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, or death
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 know what the is

I see some mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up the Pound?
Is that snoop alright? Hey yo what's 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 this don't understand
It's an everyday thing, to
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let niggas know
What's up with you I the Pound and Death Row
And can't no motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you can't come and you run, and you can't
See long to the G of the
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 deep in, fuckin with the Pound is

Suicide, a suicide

The cloud black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound
no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a of paranoia, oh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon
I drops bombs Platoon (hey nigga)
with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I leave you
(I won't you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the
Or survival, becomes your every
Keep eyes open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half steppin with weapon on safety
Now break yourself 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to level
I up with 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 tell me, what's my motherfuckin
killa, serial killa, serial killa

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)

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

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)