Luyện nghe bài hát Red Rum - 1991

Yeah, yeah,
to get ill, my mic starts to kill
Your head is falling apart, and I to rebuild
Your mind, outta time, I'm out ya mind
Like a '74 the heavy hardcore
Back to the groove
Suckers tried to move
The seventh of death, and death to the peace sign
I start to release
Now you cease mine
Shot another brother for up the peace sign
I got style, I got
Try to diss me, and I'll beat ass
I don't say, I niggas olay
a '74, homey don't play
Down on the east side, my is Esham
Rollin' through hood, and I'm ticking like a time bomb
Ready to up, ready to go up side
nigga's 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 claiming raw, boy you'll get pistol whipped
out my mini-mag, fucking niggas up
Bullet vest on my chest, now what's up?
it, like a renegade
Sticks and stones is
gone get fucked up, I got a gun, you got a blade
I'm taking no shit, Reel product is legit
Your fiendin' for my tape, a junkie wants a hit
is at your doorstep waiting on the one
The devil is in the shell, and he out a gun
Going off on niggas, like I just the pipe
Take a life, cuz I'm just the type
It's a doggie dog world, and I'm the pit
And a nigga crazy, bite his ass in a minute
I'm with the devil, taking nigga's on a hell raise
thinking, I've been dead for days
Beat your ass up, and leave you bleeding in the
You said I was a sucker, mother
Now your dead, with a busted
No one or even heard of ya
Talking that trash, you get a ass
No one fucks a murderer
don't diss, cuz they scared of us
I'm that nigga that make your nightmares come
I'm not dead, but I'm death can haunt you
like Jason, but it's you I'm chasin'
And once I catch ya, I'm micin' and
Runnin' through mind like Loki
And the you don't see me, cuz I'm low key
I'm the Saturday shocker, flick routine
Showin' you shit, you never seen
Michael Myers, the
My verse gets cursed, when 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 of crack
Homicide is on my side,
to get to this side, and died
My def jam like a boom, boom, boom
Sending out disses, to it may concern
Brothas will learn, I no time to burn