Luyện nghe bài hát Red Rum - 1991

Yeah, yeah,
Time to get ill, my mic starts to
head is falling apart, and I start to rebuild
Your mind, outta time, I'm out ya mind
Like a '74 the heavy hardcore
to the groove line
Suckers tried to move
The sign of death, and death to the peace sign
I start to release
Now you gotta mine
Shot another for holding up the peace sign
I got style, I got
Try to me, and I'll beat your ass
I don't say, I spray niggas
Like a '74, homey play
on the east side, my name is Esham
Rollin' through hood, and I'm ticking like a time bomb
Ready to blow up, ready to go up
nigga's head, for some shit, he done said
A homicidal killer, 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 crazy brother, on a crazy, tip
Mother fuckers claiming raw, boy get pistol whipped
Whipping out my mini-mag, fucking up
Bullet vest on my chest, now what's up?
it, like a renegade
Sticks and is played
gone get fucked up, I got a gun, you got a blade
I'm no shit, Reel Life product is legit
Your fiendin' for my tape, like a junkie a hit
Death is at your waiting on the one
The is in the shell, and he comin' out a gun
Going off on niggas, like I just based the
Take a life, cuz I'm just the type
It's a doggie dog world, and I'm the pit
And a nigga jump crazy, 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 ass up, and leave you bleeding in the gutter
You said I was a sucker, mother
Now your dead, a busted head
No one or even heard of ya
Talking trash, you get a busted ass
No one fucks a murderer
Niggas diss, cuz they scared of us
I'm nigga that make your nightmares come true
I'm not dead, but I'm can still haunt you
More like Jason, but it's you I'm
And once I catch ya, I'm and acein'
Runnin' through your mind Loki
And the reason you see me, cuz I'm low key
I'm the Saturday shocker, horror flick
Showin' you shit, that you never
Myers, the crucifiers
My verse cursed, when worse gets worse
Comin' to get ya, when I hit ya
Die, and go to hell, and come as my son
Down on wax, with the tracks
Get so dope, I'm like a of crack
is on my side, suicide
Tried to get to this side, and
My def jam plays like a boom, boom,
out disses, to whom it may concern
Brothas learn, I take no time to burn