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, or death
I see in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in
Unaccountable of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you know what the is
Nigga, you know the real is

I see some mark brand on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up the Pound?
Is that nigga alright? Hey yo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggas in jail, or are niggas through?"
I said, if you up on things
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the
It's like this don't understand
It's an thing, to gang-bang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let niggas know
What's up with you I represent the Pound and Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you can't 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 in your chest
Now you then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 deep in, fuckin with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

The cloud becomes black, and the sky blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do we do
Leave you in a of paranoia, oh
Don't make a 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 the mission
Or survival, becomes every thought
Keep your open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half with your weapon on safety
Now break motherfucker 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to another
I come up 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 me, what's my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, killa, serial killa

(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 them guts
Then I release def
Brutal, jagged edged, totally
Now everybody scream 'nough 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 Charms cereal)