Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million ways to die, one

It's 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 nigga that takes me for a
We hit a five dollar stick, now we in work
amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you what the deal is
Nigga, you know the real is

I see some mark niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up with the
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 ain't up on
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg the game
It's like this they don't
It's an thing, to gang-bang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let niggas know
What's up with you I the Pound and Death Row
And no other 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 long to the G of the
One gun is all we need, to put you to rest
pump, put 2 slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and
6 feet deep in, fuckin the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes
Now you in the midst of the 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 move for gat so soon 'cause
I bombs like Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk with me, my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I I won't leave you
(I won't you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's the mission
Or survival, your every thought
Keep eyes open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half steppin with weapon on safety
Now break yourself 'fore you make me
this 211 to another level
I come up your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam the depths of hell
Where the rest your ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

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

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)