Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six ways to die, choose one

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

I see mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, up with the Pound?
Is that snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the crew?
Is them 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 this they don't understand
It's an thing, to gang-bang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas
up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you can't come and you run, and you can't
See to the G of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to
pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

The cloud 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
Don't make a move for your gat so soon
I drops bombs Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk me, hold my hand and let me lead you
take you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) until you get the full
And when you do, that's the mission
Or survival, becomes your thought
Keep eyes open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half steppin with weapon on safety
Now break yourself 'fore you make me
this 211 to another level
I come up your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the of hell
Where the rest your buster ass homeboys

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)

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

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)