Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million ways to die, one

It's time to escape, but I don't know the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, or left, life or death
I see myself in a of smoke
becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you know 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 nigga snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggas in jail, or are them through?"
I said, if you up on things
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg the game
It's like this they understand
It's an thing, to gang-bang
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 in L.A. or Long Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you can't come and you can't run, and you
See to the G of the gang
One gun is all we need, to put you to rest
Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in chest
Now you then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

The cloud becomes black, and the sky blue
Now you in the midst of the Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the we do what we do
you in a state of paranoia, oh
Don't make a move for your gat so soon
I drops bombs like (hey nigga)
Walk me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I leave you
(I leave you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, when the mission
Or survival, becomes your every
Keep your eyes open, you don't want to be caught
Half steppin with your on safety
Now yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to another
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, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms 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 chest
Open and them guts
Then I release def
Brutal, jagged edged, totally
Now everybody scream respect to the X
'Nough respect
and you will not be living
Word to momma, Emma, drama,

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)