Luyện nghe bài hát Redrum

Must be the that got these nigga thinkin they bionic
They better get the hell of gin and tonic
Bring the blues, I shatter and crews
Can't lose, don't on the 30 shot
Who's on my my hip when I leave my
Get me fed I spit lead and leave u like presidents
Shit is silly, bust the
I'm runnin from the cops and still gotta for my own people
Stress leads me down the path of
Smart enough get some mad enough take
Want some, need some, fuck around and some
Don't get dumb, beat that ass like a drum
Hostility is buildin on a basis
Sick of all the nonsense the mean faces, I ain't scared
Of you
My glock erases wrinkles expressions of pain
Can't think with a bullet in your f'n
I hop skip and bail
I goin upstate again
I'm in the alley hidin in a pail
the style of the runaway child
Livin wild, poppin stick noon now
Ooh child, things ain't no easier
My is gettin peazier, I'm lovin it don't 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 thing we need is saint ives
Suicide on the rise, think they uzi weighs a tonne
Shit's hectic, too much redrum

(x3)

Everybody wan heaven, them not wan

99 bottles of beer on the all u need is 2 niggas
To drink all
And start illin, think about a villain on your way to hell, where sa-tan dwell
Can't who's good or bad
got love, or who's jealous
Who's sceamin, the angel
the demon, who's the nigga fiendin
Mass confusion over illusions, cruisin
the shotty, la de da de, they came to party
Ready to lick shots like
On blocks it's hot, anybody can get even cops
it rains it pours, bullets have no names
It puts a on my brain, as I try to maintain
It's drivin me but I can walk from here
I feel close to insane, I gots no
My mental is like eggs
It fucks me up, everytime I see a 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
Bein homeless, to me is of
I'll do I gotta do
And if I get locked I got 3 hots and cot true
But jail cells are full with niggas, day
Mayday, they're be a better way
To make it is easy, to keep it is the shit
U some lessons to move on up like the jefferson's
Some aim teks to get respect, where
a phat lex around the projects
Flexin and plexin until they catch a slug
Shit is bugged on the streets, too much

(x6)

wan heaven... heaven....