Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six ways to die, choose 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 myself in a mist of
Death any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we in work
amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you know what the is
Nigga, you what the real is

I see some mark niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up the Pound?
Is that nigga 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 Dogg is the name, Dogg the game
like this they don't understand
It's an everyday thing, to
Make that twist, be a bitch, let these niggas know
What's up with you I represent the Pound and Row
And can't no motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you
See to the G of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to
Pump pump, put 2 dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and
6 feet deep in, fuckin with the is

Suicide, a suicide

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

Suicide, a suicide

Now tell me, my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, killa, serial killa

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

Deep, like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, caskets
And I got the machine, that cracks your fucking plates
Open and release them
I release def cuts
Brutal, edged, totally ruff-neck
Now everybody scream 'nough to the X
'Nough respect
and you will not be living
Word to momma, Emma, drama,

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)