Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million to die, choose one

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

I see mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, up with the Pound?
Is that nigga snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the
Is them niggas in jail, or are them through?"
I said, if you ain't up on
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg the game
It's this they don't understand
an everyday thing, to gang-bang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas
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 long to the G of the
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 deep in, fuckin with the is

Suicide, it's a

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

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)

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

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)