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, or left, life or death
I see myself in a mist of
Death becomes any nigga that me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in
Unaccountable of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you know what the is
Nigga, you know the real 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 them in jail, or are them niggas through?"
I said, if you up on things
Snoop is the name, Dogg Pound's the game
It's like this don't understand
an everyday thing, to gang-bang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let niggas know
What's up with you I represent the and Death Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you can't and you can't run, and you can't
See to the G of the gang
One gun is all we need, to put you to rest
Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in chest
Now you dead a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet in, fuckin with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

The cloud becomes black, and the sky blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do we do
Leave you in a of paranoia, oh
Don't make a move for your gat so 'cause
I drops bombs Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) until you get the comprehension
And when you do, that's the mission
Or survival, becomes your every
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 your buster ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)

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

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)