Luyện nghe bài hát Redrum

Must be the chronic that got these thinkin they bionic
They better get the hell of that gin and
the blues, I shatter and batter crews
Can't lose, don't snooze on the 30
Who's on my my hip when I my residence
Get me fed I spit and leave u dead like presidents
Shit is silly, bust the
I'm runnin from the cops and still watch for my own people
Stress leads me down the of redrum
Smart enough get some mad take some
Want some, need some, fuck around and some
Don't get dumb, I'll beat that ass like a
Hostility is on a daily basis
Sick of all the save the mean faces, I ain't scared
Of you
My erases wrinkles leavin expressions of pain
Can't with a bullet in your f'n brain
I hop skip and bail
I ain't goin upstate
I'm in the alley in a garbage pail
Peep the of the runaway child
Livin wild, poppin stick like now
Ooh child, things gettin no easier
My hair is gettin peazier, I'm lovin it don't
Be nappy on the regular, live long and
Get yours, love your mom, sex, etc...
The streets are filled temptaion and madd sin
The thing we need is saint ives
Suicide on the rise, everybody think uzi weighs a tonne
gettin hectic, too much redrum

(x3)

Everybody wan heaven, not wan dead

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

(x6)

wan heaven... heaven....