Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million to die, choose one

It's time to escape, but I don't know where the I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, or death
I see in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any nigga takes 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 what the real is

I see some mark brand 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, Pound's the game
like this they don't understand
It's an thing, to gang-bang
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these know
What's up with you I represent the Pound and Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you
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 then a motherfucker, and sleepin
6 feet deep in, with the Pound is

Suicide, a suicide

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

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

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

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)