Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six ways to die, choose one

It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm
Up or down, right or left, life or
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 amounts of dirt, death becomes all
killer, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you what the real is

I see mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up the Pound?
Is that snoop 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 is the name, Dogg Pound's the game
It's like 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 motherfucker in L.A. or Long
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, it's a

The cloud becomes black, and the sky blue
Now you in the midst of the 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 drops bombs like (hey nigga)
Walk with me, my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I I won't leave you
(I won't you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the
Or survival, your every thought
your eyes open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half steppin your weapon on safety
Now break yourself '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 rest your buster ass dwell

Suicide, it's a

Now tell me, my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

Deep, like the mind of Minolta, now picture 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 def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, ruff-neck
Now everybody 'nough respect to the X
respect given
Disrespect and you will not be
Word to momma, Emma, drama,

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)