Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million ways to die, one

It's time to escape, but I 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 takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we in work
Unaccountable of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you know the deal is
Nigga, you know the real is

I see some mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me
Saying, "Yo Daz, up with the Pound?
Is that nigga snoop alright? Hey yo up with the crew?
Is them niggas in jail, or are them through?"
I said, if you up on things
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg the game
like this they don't understand
It's an everyday thing, to
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these know
What's up with you I represent the 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 pump, put 2 slugs dead in chest
Now you then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin with the is

Suicide, a suicide

The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes
Now you in the of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the we do what we do
Leave you in a of paranoia, oh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon
I drops like Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk with me, hold my and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't you
(I won't leave you) until you get the full
And when you do, when the mission
Or survival, your every thought
Keep your eyes open, you don't want to be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on
Now break yourself motherfucker you make me
Take this 211 to another
I up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now through the depths of hell
Where the rest buster ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

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

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)