Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million ways to die, 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
Death any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five stick, now we putting in work
amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you know what the is
Nigga, you know the real is

I see some brand niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up with the
Is that snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the crew?
Is niggas 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 like this they understand
It's an everyday thing, to
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these know
up with 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 to the G of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to
Pump pump, put 2 slugs in your chest
Now you dead 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 of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the we do what we do
you in a state of paranoia, oh
Don't make a move for gat so soon 'cause
I bombs like Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk with me, my hand and let me lead 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 you do, that's when the mission
Or survival, your every thought
Keep eyes open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on
Now break motherfucker 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to another
I up with your ends, you go down with 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, serial killa, killa

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

Deep, like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
picnic inside a morgue
Not baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
And I got the machine, that cracks fucking chest plates
Open and them guts
I release def cuts
Brutal, edged, totally ruff-neck
Now everybody scream 'nough to the X
respect given
Disrespect and you will not be
to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)