Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million ways to die, one

It's time to escape, but I know where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, or death
I see myself in a mist of
Death any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five stick, now we putting in work
Unaccountable of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you know what the is
Nigga, you know what the is

I see some brand niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up with the
Is that nigga snoop Hey yo what's up with the crew?
Is them in jail, or are them niggas through?"
I said, if you ain't up on
Snoop Dogg is the name, Pound's the game
It's like this they don't
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 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 dead then a motherfucker, creepin and
6 feet deep in, with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

The becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound
no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a of paranoia, oh
Don't make a move for your gat so 'cause
I drops bombs like (hey nigga)
with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I I won't leave you
(I won't you) until you get the full comprehension
And you do, that's when the mission
Or survival, your every thought
Keep your eyes open, you don't want to be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on
Now break yourself 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to level
I come up with your ends, you go down the devil
Now roam through the depths of
Where the your buster ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)

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

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)