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, right or left, or death
I see in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any nigga takes me for a joke
We hit a five stick, now we putting in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all
Anybody killer, you what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the is

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

Suicide, a suicide

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

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

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

Suicide, it's a

Now tell me, what's my motherfucking
killer, serial killer, serial killer

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)