Luyện nghe bài hát Redrum

Must be the chronic that got these nigga thinkin they
They better get the of that gin and tonic
Bring the blues, I shatter and batter
Can't lose, don't on the 30 shot
Who's on my my hip I leave my residence
Get me fed I spit lead and u dead like presidents
Shit is silly, bust the
I'm from the cops and still gotta watch for my own people
Stress leads me the path of redrum
Smart enough get some mad enough some
Want some, need some, around and bleed some
Don't get dumb, I'll beat that ass like a
is buildin on a daily basis
Sick of all the save the mean faces, I ain't scared
Of you
My glock erases wrinkles expressions of pain
Can't think with a bullet in f'n brain
I hop skip and jump
I goin upstate again
I'm in the alley hidin in a garbage
the style of the runaway child
Livin wild, stick like noon now
Ooh child, things ain't no easier
My hair is gettin peazier, I'm lovin it worry
Be on the regular, live long and prosper
Get yours, love your mom, sex, etc...
The are filled with temptaion and madd sin
The last thing we is saint ives
on the rise, everybody think they uzi weighs a tonne
Shit's gettin hectic, too much

(x3)

Everybody wan heaven, not wan dead

99 bottles of beer on the all u need is 2 niggas
To them all
And start illin, think about killin a on your way to hell, where sa-tan dwell
Can't tell good or bad
got love, or who's jealous
Who's sceamin, the angel
Who's the demon, the nigga fiendin
Mass confusion over illusions, brothers
With the shotty, la de da de, they to party
Ready to shots like lollipops
On blocks it's hot, anybody can get even cops
When it it pours, bullets have no names
It puts a on my brain, as I try to maintain
It's drivin me crazy but I can from here
I feel close to insane, I no fear
My is scrambled like eggs
It fucks me up, I see a black man when he begs
windows, tap dancin, prancin, struttin
Most of the people give his ass nuttin!
A here, a quarter there, now u know why we murda
homeless, to me is unheard of
I'll do I gotta do
And if I get locked I got 3 hots and cot true
But jail cells are full niggas, every day
Mayday, gotta be a better way
To make it is easy, to it is the hard shit
U need some lessons to on up like the jefferson's
Some aim teks to get respect, where
Drive a phat lex around the
and plexin until they catch a dum-dum slug
Shit is bugged on the streets, too redrum

(x6)

wan heaven... heaven....