Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six ways to die, choose one

It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm
Up or down, right or left, or death
I see myself in a mist of
Death becomes any nigga takes me for a joke
We hit a dollar stick, now we putting in work
Unaccountable of dirt, death becomes all niggas
killer, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you what the real is

I see some mark niggas on the corner flagging me down
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 niggas through?"
I said, if you ain't up on
Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game
It's like this they understand
It's an everyday thing, to
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these know
What's up you I represent the Pound 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 your
Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and
6 feet deep in, fuckin the Pound is

Suicide, a suicide

The cloud becomes black, and the sky 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 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 you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the
Or survival, becomes your thought
your eyes open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half steppin with weapon on safety
Now break motherfucker 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to level
I come up with ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the of hell
Where the rest your buster ass homeboys

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

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

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)