Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million to die, choose one

It's time to escape, but I know where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, or death
I see myself in a of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a
We hit a five stick, now we putting in work
amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you know the deal is
Nigga, you know the real is

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

Suicide, a suicide

The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes
Now you in the midst of the Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the we do what we do
Leave you in a of paranoia, oh
Don't a move for your gat so soon 'cause
I bombs like Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) you get the full comprehension
And when you do, when the mission
Or survival, your every thought
Keep your eyes open, 'cause you don't want to be
Half steppin with weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you me
Take this 211 to another
I come up with your ends, you go with the devil
Now roam the depths of hell
Where the rest your buster ass dwell

Suicide, a suicide

Now tell me, my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, serial killa, killa

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

Deep, deep the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic
And I got the machine, that cracks your fucking chest
Open and release them
Then I release def
Brutal, jagged edged, totally
Now everybody 'nough respect to the X
respect given
Disrespect and you will not be
Word to momma, Emma, drama,

Suicide, a suicide

Now tell me, my motherfucking name
Serial killer, killer, serial killer

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)