Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million to die, choose one

It's to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, or left, life or death
I see myself in a of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that me for a joke
We hit a five stick, now we putting in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death all niggas
Anybody killer, you know what the is
Nigga, you know what the is

I see some brand niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, up with the Pound?
Is that nigga snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the
Is niggas in jail, or are them niggas through?"
I said, if you ain't up on
Snoop is the name, Dogg Pound's the game
It's like this they don't
an everyday thing, to gang-bang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas
What's up with you I the Pound and Death Row
And can't no other in L.A. or Long Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you come and you can't run, and you can't
See long to the G of the
One gun is all we need, to put you to rest
Pump pump, put 2 dead in your chest
Now you dead a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 deep in, fuckin with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

The becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg crew
no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a of paranoia, oh
make a move for your gat so soon 'cause
I drops like Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk with me, my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't you
(I won't you) until you get the full comprehension
And you do, that's when the mission
Or survival, your every thought
your eyes open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on
Now break motherfucker 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to level
I up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of
Where the rest your ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, a suicide

Now me, what's my motherfuckin name
killa, serial killa, serial killa

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

Deep, deep the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
Let's inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic
And I got the machine, cracks your fucking chest plates
Open and them guts
Then I def cuts
Brutal, edged, totally ruff-neck
Now everybody scream respect to the X
respect given
Disrespect and you will not be
to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

Suicide, a suicide

Now tell me, what's my name
Serial killer, killer, serial killer

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)