Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six ways to die, choose one

It's time to escape, but I don't where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, life or
I see myself in a of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that me for a joke
We hit a five stick, now we putting in work
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, what's up with the
Is nigga snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the crew?
Is them in jail, or are them niggas through?"
I said, if you ain't up on
Snoop Dogg is the name, Pound's the game
like this they don't understand
It's an everyday thing, to
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let niggas know
What's up with you I 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 come and you run, and you can't
See long to the G of the
One gun is all that we need, to put you to
Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker, and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin with the is

Suicide, it's a

The cloud black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Pound crew
no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a of paranoia, oh
make a move for your gat so soon 'cause
I bombs like Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk with me, my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't you
(I won't leave you) you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's when the
Or survival, becomes every thought
Keep your eyes open, 'cause you don't to be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on
Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you me
this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go with the devil
Now through the depths of hell
the rest your buster ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)

Deep, deep like the of Minolta, now picture this!
Let's picnic a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic
And I got the machine, cracks your fucking chest plates
and release them guts
Then I def cuts
Brutal, edged, totally ruff-neck
Now scream 'nough respect to the X
respect given
Disrespect and you will not be
to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)