Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six ways to die, choose one

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

I see mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up the Pound?
Is nigga snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggas in jail, or are them through?"
I said, if you ain't up on
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 these niggas
What's up with you I the Pound and Death Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you come and you can't run, and you can't
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 chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker, and sleepin
6 deep in, fuckin with the Pound 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
Don't make a for your gat so soon 'cause
I drops bombs Platoon (hey nigga)
with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
(I won't you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's the mission
Or survival, becomes your thought
Keep your eyes open, 'cause you want to be caught
Half steppin your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you me
this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go with the devil
Now roam through the of hell
Where the your buster ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

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

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)