Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six ways to die, choose 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 myself in a mist of
Death becomes any nigga takes me for a joke
We hit a five stick, now we putting in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you know what the 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 the crew?
Is them niggas in jail, or are niggas through?"
I said, if you up on things
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg the game
It's like this don't understand
an everyday thing, to gang-bang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let niggas know
What's up you I represent the Pound and Death Row
And can't no motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you can't 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 in your chest
Now you dead a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

The cloud becomes black, and the sky blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do we do
Leave you in a of paranoia, oh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon
I drops bombs Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk me, hold my hand 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 when you do, that's the mission
Or survival, becomes your every
Keep your open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
steppin with your weapon on safety
Now yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me
Take 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go with the devil
Now roam through the depths of
Where the rest your buster ass dwell

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)

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

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)