Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million to die, choose one

It's to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, or death
I see myself in a of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a
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 brand niggas 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 niggas in jail, or are them niggas through?"
I said, if you ain't up on
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the
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 motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you can't and you can't run, and you can't
See to the G of the gang
One gun is all we need, to put you to rest
Pump pump, put 2 dead in your chest
Now you then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

The becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
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, hold my and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't you
(I won't leave you) until you get the full
And when you do, when the mission
Or survival, becomes your thought
Keep your eyes open, 'cause you don't to be caught
Half steppin your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker 'fore you me
Take this 211 to another
I up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of
Where the rest buster ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

Deep, deep like the of Minolta, now picture this!
Let's picnic a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, caskets
And I got the machine, that cracks your chest plates
Open and release them
Then I def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, ruff-neck
Now everybody scream 'nough to the X
'Nough respect
and you will not be living
Word to momma, Emma, drama,

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)