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
lose, don't snooze on the 30 shot
Who's on my my hip when I my residence
Get me fed I spit lead and leave u dead presidents
Shit is silly, the sequel
I'm runnin from the cops and still watch 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
get dumb, I'll beat that ass like a drum
Hostility is buildin on a daily
Sick of all the save the mean faces, I ain't scared
Of you
My glock erases wrinkles leavin expressions of
Can't with a bullet in your f'n brain
I hop skip and bail
I ain't upstate again
I'm in the alley hidin in a pail
the style of the runaway child
Livin wild, poppin stick like now
Ooh child, ain't gettin no easier
My hair is gettin peazier, I'm lovin it don't
Be nappy on the regular, live long and
Get yours, your mom, safe sex, etc...
The are filled with temptaion and madd sin
The last thing we is saint ives
Suicide on the rise, everybody think they uzi weighs a
Shit's gettin hectic, too much

(x3)

Everybody wan heaven, them not wan

99 bottles of beer on the wall all u need is 2
To drink all
And start illin, think about killin a villain on your way to hell, where sa-tan
tell who's good or bad
Who's got love, or jealous
Who's sceamin, who's the
Who's the demon, the nigga fiendin
Mass confusion illusions, brothers cruisin
With the shotty, la de da de, came to party
Ready to lick like lollipops
On blocks it's hot, anybody can get shot 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 close to insane, I gots no fear
My mental is 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
Bein homeless, to me is of
do whatever I gotta do
And if I get then I got 3 hots and cot true
But jail cells are full niggas, every day
Mayday, gotta be a better way
To it is easy, to keep it is the hard shit
U need some lessons to move on up the jefferson's
aim teks to get respect, where rolex'
Drive a phat lex the projects
Flexin and plexin until they catch a slug
Shit is bugged on the streets, too much

(x6)

wan heaven... heaven....