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, right or left, life or
I see in a mist of smoke
Death any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in
amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you what the deal is
Nigga, you know the real is

I see some mark brand 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 niggas in jail, or are niggas 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
It's an everyday thing, to
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let niggas know
up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row
And can't no other motherfucker in L.A. or Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you come 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 dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and
6 feet deep in, fuckin the Pound is

Suicide, a suicide

The cloud becomes black, and the sky 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
Don't make a move for gat so soon 'cause
I drops bombs Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk with me, hold my and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I leave you
(I won't leave you) until you get the full
And you do, that's when the mission
Or survival, becomes every thought
Keep your open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half steppin your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you me
this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the
Now roam through the depths of
Where the rest your ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

Deep, deep the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, caskets
And I got the machine, that cracks your fucking plates
Open and them guts
I release 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 me, what's my motherfucking name
Serial killer, killer, serial killer

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)