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 myself in a of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that me for a joke
We hit a five stick, now we putting in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death all niggas
killer, you know 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 with the
Is that nigga snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the
Is them in jail, or are them niggas through?"
I said, if you up on things
Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound's the game
It's like this they understand
It's an everyday thing, to
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these know
What's up with you I represent the and Death Row
And no other 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 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 then a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin the Pound is

Suicide, a suicide

The cloud black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do we do
you in a state of paranoia, oh
Don't make a move for gat so soon 'cause
I drops bombs Platoon (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 won't leave you) you get the full comprehension
And you do, that's when the mission
Or survival, your every thought
Keep your open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half steppin your weapon on safety
Now yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to another
I up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam the depths of hell
Where the your buster ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

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

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)