Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million 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 myself in a of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a
We hit a five stick, now we putting in work
Unaccountable of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you know the deal is
Nigga, you what the real is

I see some mark brand niggas on the corner me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, up with the Pound?
Is that nigga snoop alright? Hey yo what's up the crew?
Is niggas in jail, or are them niggas through?"
I said, if you ain't up on
Snoop Dogg is the name, Pound's the game
It's this they don't understand
It's an thing, to gang-bang
Make that twist, be a bitch, let these niggas know
up with 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 can't come and you can't run, and you
See to the G of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to
pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin the Pound is

Suicide, a suicide

The becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do we do
you in a state of paranoia, oh
Don't make a for your gat so soon 'cause
I bombs like Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk with me, hold my and let me lead you
I'll you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) you get the full comprehension
And when you do, when the mission
Or survival, becomes your thought
Keep your eyes open, you don't want to be caught
Half with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you me
Take 211 to another level
I come up with ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the of hell
Where the rest your ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)

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

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)