Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million ways to die, one

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

I see some mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me
Saying, "Yo Daz, up with the Pound?
Is that snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggas in jail, or are niggas through?"
I said, if you ain't up on
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the
It's this they don't understand
It's an thing, to gang-bang
that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas know
What's up 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 come and you can't run, and you can't
See long to the G of the
One gun is all we need, to put you to rest
Pump pump, put 2 slugs in your chest
Now you dead a motherfucker, creepin 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 Dogg 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)
Walk with me, 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 the mission
Or survival, your every thought
Keep your eyes open, 'cause you want to be caught
Half steppin with weapon on safety
Now break motherfucker 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to another
I come up with your ends, you go down with the
Now roam through the of hell
Where the your buster ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

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

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)