Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six ways to die, choose one

It's time to escape, but I know where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, life or
I see in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a
We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in
Unaccountable of dirt, death becomes all niggas
killer, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you what 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 snoop alright? Hey yo up with the crew?
Is niggas in jail, or are them niggas through?"
I said, if you ain't up on
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg the game
It's like they don't understand
It's an thing, to gang-bang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas
What's up with you I represent the and Death Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you
See to the G of the gang
One gun is all we need, to put you to rest
Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in your
Now you dead then a motherfucker, and sleepin
6 feet deep in, with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes
Now you in the midst of the Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the we do what we do
Leave you in a of paranoia, oh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon
I drops like 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 leave you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the
Or survival, becomes every thought
Keep eyes open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half steppin with weapon on safety
Now yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me
Take 211 to another level
I come up your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam the depths of hell
Where the rest your buster ass homeboys

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms 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, cracks your fucking chest plates
Open and them guts
Then I def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally
Now scream 'nough respect to the X
respect given
Disrespect and you will not be
to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)