Luyện nghe bài hát Red Rum - 1991

Yeah, yeah,
Time to get ill, my mic to kill
Your is falling apart, and I start to rebuild
Your mind, outta time, I'm out ya mind
Like a '74 the metal hardcore
Back to the groove
Suckers tried to move
The seventh sign of death, and death to the sign
I start to release
Now you gotta cease
another brother for holding up the peace sign
I got style, I got
Try to diss me, and beat your ass
I don't say, I niggas olay
Like a '74, don't play
Down on the side, my name is Esham
Rollin' through your hood, and I'm ticking a time bomb
Ready to blow up, ready to go up
Another head, for some shit, he done said
A killer, with a nine in my hands
Now you get to in the ambulance
Redrum, Redrum, Redrum
Redrum, Redrum, Redrum,
Redrum, Redrum, Redrum,
Redrum, Redrum, Redrum,
Dig this, a brother, on a crazy, crazy tip
Mother fuckers claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol
out my mini-mag, fucking niggas up
Bullet vest on my chest, now what's up?
Doing it, a renegade
Sticks and is played
Who's gone get up, I got a gun, you got a blade
I'm taking no shit, Reel Life is legit
fiendin' for my tape, like a junkie wants a hit
Death is at your doorstep on the one
The is in the shell, and he comin' out a gun
Going off on niggas, like I just the pipe
Take a nigga's life, cuz I'm just the
a doggie dog world, and I'm the pit bull
And a jump crazy, bite his ass in a minute
I'm partners with the devil, taking nigga's on a hell
Brothers thinking, I've dead for days
Beat your ass up, and leave you in the gutter
You said I was a sucker, your
Now your dead, a busted head
No one or even heard of ya
Talking trash, you get a busted ass
No one fucks with a
Niggas diss, cuz they scared of us
I'm that nigga make your nightmares come true
I'm not dead, but I'm can still haunt you
More Jason, but it's you I'm chasin'
And once I ya, I'm micin' and acein'
Runnin' through your mind like
And the you don't see me, cuz I'm low key
I'm the shocker, horror flick routine
Showin' you shit, you never seen
Michael Myers, the
My verse gets cursed, worse gets worse
to get ya, when I hit ya done
Die, and go to hell, and back as my son
on wax, with the killer tracks
Get so dope, I'm like a pound of
Homicide is on my side,
Tried to get to this side, and
My def jam like a boom, boom, boom
Sending out disses, to it may concern
Brothas will learn, I take no time to