Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million to die, choose one

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

I see some mark brand niggas on the corner me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up with the
Is that nigga alright? Hey yo what's up with the crew?
Is niggas in jail, or are them niggas through?"
I said, if you up on things
Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game
It's like this they understand
It's an everyday thing, to
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these 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 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 then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin with the is

Suicide, a suicide

The becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Pound 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 me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't you
(I won't leave you) until you get the comprehension
And when you do, that's when the
Or survival, becomes every thought
Keep your eyes open, 'cause you want to be caught
Half steppin with your on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker you make me
Take this 211 to another
I come up with your ends, you go down the devil
Now roam through the of hell
Where the your buster ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)

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

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)