Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six ways to die, choose one

It's time to escape, but I don't know where the I'm headed
Up or down, or left, life or death
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
amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the is

I see mark brand niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up with the
Is that snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggas in jail, or are them through?"
I said, if you ain't up on
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the
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 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 come and you run, and you can't
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 in, fuckin with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes
Now you in the of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do we do
Leave you in a of paranoia, oh
Don't make a for your gat so soon 'cause
I bombs like Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't you
(I won't you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, when the mission
Or survival, becomes your every
Keep your open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half steppin with your on safety
Now yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the
Now through the depths of hell
Where the rest your buster ass homeboys

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)

Deep, deep the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic
And I got the machine, that cracks your chest plates
and release them guts
Then I def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, ruff-neck
Now everybody scream respect to the X
respect given
Disrespect and you not be living
to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)