Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million ways to die, one

time to escape, but I don't 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 that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all
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, what's up the Pound?
Is that nigga snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the
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 this they don't understand
It's an thing, to gang-bang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these 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 come and you can't run, and you can't
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 then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

The cloud becomes black, and the sky 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 a move for your gat so soon 'cause
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 I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) you get the full comprehension
And when you do, when the mission
Or survival, your every thought
Keep your open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you me
this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the
Now roam through the depths of
Where the rest 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, like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
Let's picnic inside a
Not pic-a-nic baskets, caskets
And I got the machine, cracks your fucking chest plates
Open and them guts
I release def cuts
Brutal, edged, totally ruff-neck
Now everybody scream 'nough to the X
respect given
Disrespect and you will not be
to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)