Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six ways 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 myself in a mist of
Death becomes any nigga that me for a joke
We hit a five stick, now we putting in work
Unaccountable of dirt, death becomes all niggas
killer, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the is

I see some mark brand niggas on the corner me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, up with the Pound?
Is that nigga 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 Dogg is the name, Dogg the game
like this they don't 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 can't no other in L.A. or Long Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you
See long to the G of the
One gun is all that we need, to put you to
Pump pump, put 2 dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and
6 feet in, fuckin with the Pound is

Suicide, a suicide

The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes
Now you in the of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do we do
Leave you in a of paranoia, oh
make a move for your gat so soon 'cause
I drops bombs Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me you
I'll 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, when the mission
Or survival, your every thought
Keep your eyes open, 'cause you want to be caught
Half steppin with weapon on safety
Now yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to level
I come up with ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of
Where the rest your buster ass dwell

Suicide, it's a

Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin
killa, serial killa, serial killa

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)

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

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)