Luyện nghe bài hát Suicide

[Intro: (Blam)]
Gilla, yeah!
Man, that, nigga!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
Yes, sir!
House!
You already the business, nigga!
House, nigga!

[Verse 1:
Yo, you ain't ask, dog - who am I?
I walk in the street, my middle in the sky
And ever a young boy, I had the hunger in my eye
So you cut the check, if you don't gimmie mine

Blam]
It's a - suicide, a suicide
a - suicide, it's a suicide
do or die
If you want GRIT
And you're about the
Better do it a G, baby!

Redman (Blam)]
They call me
I walk around like I don't care
you get a grip
If I have to, grab my fifth
And throw shit up, put hands in the air
I'm a wiiiiiiiiiiire!
(Gilla with the glamour)
(Now it's to bust!)
(Know what it is, when you're fuckin' us!)

[Chorus:
It's a - suicide, a suicide
a - suicide, it's a suicide
do or die
Suicide, a suicide
It's do or die -- suicide, a suicide
Suicide, it's a
It's a - suicide, it's a
do or die
If you want that
And you're about the
Better do it a G, baby!

[Verse 2:
Redman, (Bak Buildin') -- YES!
I got strippers on the
They "Aiiiiiyyyo!"
Nigga, I got
My is drippin'
All on the nuts, 'cause I do shit
Doc is chillin', Jerz is
can I say - fuck your feelin's
Dog, if you broke, you got it
I'm tryna be (Paid In Full) Mitch's home, nigga!
Ring the alarm, Redman
And if you get sleepy, go take a nap!
My boys in the 'Lac, I'm right wit' 'em
ask, "What's that?"
"This here, nigga?"
"This here, nigga?"
This called Def SQUAD, proceed to rock your project!
You far from a threat "Who is you?"
Better and say "What's up, baby boo?"

Redman (Blam)]
They me crazzzzzzzzzay
I walk around like I just don't
you get a grip
If I have to, I'll my fifth
And shit up, put your hands in the air
I'm a wiiiiiiiiiiire!
(Gilla goodie the glamour)
(Now time to bust!)
(Know what it is, you're fuckin' wit' us!)

[Chorus:
a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's a - suicide, it's a
do or die
Suicide, a suicide
It's do or die -- suicide, a suicide
Suicide, it's a
It's a - suicide, it's a
do or die
If you want GRIT
And you're about the
do it like a G, baby!

[Verse 3:
Understand Gilla House
(Bak Buildin') -- YES!
If you get a job, I feel your stress!
You can the (Funk), when the (Master Flex)
underground, nigga - (Protect Ya Neck)
Yeah, is chillin', Staten chillin'
What can we say - your feelings!
Big like "Redman the shit!"
I had of fuckin' me a fat chick! (Bee-atch!)
Let's do this, (Red Wild)
I'm a warrior tryna get to Coney Isle
Boy, I'm hood down, so don't try to me
For (C.R.E.A.M.), I get a little
crazzzzzzzzzzzzay!
Yeah, my attitude is like "Fuck you, pay me!"
on my grind
I'll show you how to 100 thou' from a dime!
Fuckin' wit'
a - SUICIDE!