Luyện nghe bài hát Redrum

Must be the chronic that got these nigga thinkin bionic
They better get the hell of gin and tonic
Bring the blues, I shatter and crews
Can't lose, don't snooze on the 30
Who's on my my hip I leave my residence
Get me fed I spit lead and leave u dead presidents
is silly, bust the sequel
I'm runnin from the and still gotta watch for my own people
Stress leads me the path of redrum
Smart get some mad enough take some
some, need some, fuck around and bleed some
Don't get dumb, I'll beat that ass a drum
Hostility is buildin on a daily
Sick of all the nonsense save the mean faces, I scared
Of you
My glock wrinkles leavin 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 hidin in a garbage pail
the style of the runaway child
Livin wild, poppin like noon now
Ooh child, things gettin no easier
My is gettin peazier, I'm lovin it don't worry
Be nappy on the regular, live and prosper
Get yours, love your mom, sex, etc...
The streets are filled with temptaion and sin
The last thing we need is saint
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 on the wall all u need is 2 niggas
To drink all
And start illin, think about killin a villain on your way to hell, where sa-tan
Can't who's good or bad
got love, or who's jealous
Who's sceamin, the angel
Who's the demon, who's the nigga
Mass confusion over illusions, brothers
With the shotty, la de da de, they to party
Ready to lick shots lollipops
On blocks it's hot, anybody can get shot even
When it it pours, bullets have no names
It puts a strain on my brain, as I try to
It's drivin me crazy but I can walk from
I feel close to insane, I gots no
My is scrambled like eggs
It me up, everytime I see a black man when he begs
Washin windows, tap dancin, prancin,
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 whatever I do
And if I get locked then I got 3 and cot true
But jail cells are with niggas, every day
Mayday, they're gotta be a way
To it is easy, to keep it is the hard shit
U need some to move on up like the jefferson's
Some aim teks to get respect, where
Drive a lex around the projects
Flexin and plexin until they catch a dum-dum
Shit is on the streets, too much redrum

(x6)

wan heaven... heaven....