Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

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

I see some brand niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, up with the Pound?
Is that nigga snoop 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, Pound's the game
It's like this 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 in L.A. or Long 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 we need, to put you to rest
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 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
Leave you in a of paranoia, oh
Don't a move for your gat so soon 'cause
I drops bombs like (hey nigga)
Walk me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I 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 steppin your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker you make me
Take 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the
Now roam through the of hell
Where the rest your ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

Deep, deep like the of Minolta, now picture this!
picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic
And I got the machine, cracks your fucking chest plates
Open and release guts
I release def cuts
Brutal, edged, totally ruff-neck
Now everybody scream respect to the X
respect given
Disrespect and you not be living
to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

Suicide, it's a

Now tell me, my motherfucking name
Serial killer, serial killer, killer

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)