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 gotta' ask, dog - who am I?
I walk in the street, my finger in the sky
And ever a young boy, I had the hunger in my eye
So when you cut the check, if you gimmie mine

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

[Bridge: (Blam)]
call me crazzzzzzzzzay
I walk around like I just care
Once you get a
If I have to, I'll grab my
And throw shit up, put your in the air
I'm a wiiiiiiiiiiire!
(Gilla goodie the glamour)
(Now it's to bust!)
(Know what it is, when you're wit' us!)

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

[Verse 2:
Redman, (Bak Buildin') -- YES!
I got on the pole
like "Aiiiiiyyyo!"
Nigga, I got
My is drippin'
All on the nuts, 'cause I do shit
Doc is chillin', is chillin'
What can I say - your feelin's
Dog, if you broke, you got it
I'm tryna be (Paid In Full) like 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 a threat like "Who is you?"
Better relax and say "What's up, boo?"

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

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

[Verse 3:
Understand Gilla House
(Bak Buildin') -- YES!
If you get a job, I feel your stress!
You can smell the (Funk), 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 like a warrior get to Coney Isle
Boy, I'm hood down, so don't try to me
For that (C.R.E.A.M.), I get a
crazzzzzzzzzzzzay!
Yeah, my attitude is like "Fuck you, pay me!"
Stay on my
I'll show you how to 100 thou' from a dime!
wit' mine
a - SUICIDE!