Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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Red Rose, cellar
No body, no casket, just spillin'
I aint a dead but I love millions
They like "Game, ya been?"
Yeh Blood
But not on no or no villa's
I've been lost in Compton with drug dealers
I bought the Relapse loved it, hit the hugged it
Em still spit crack the Aftermath oven is a
But I seen it in years
Still survive like niggas me off the first tier
Still the most gutta, the most butta
My album's got more game than at the Rucker
Who said never go Platinum, never drop a Phantom
I park my at every strip club in Atlanta
Peace to my nigga T.I. for keeping a level
I know flip after doing bids in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, come to my hood see
Aint a street in my city that you aint of
Bought up on the block, no love, glocks, chrome slugs
and we all fit glove
And I'ma keep name droppin' long as my name
I mean as the 'cane poppin'
All white knights, white Range, white pipes, in the concrete
the ?
I switch cars superhead switch stars
You know why, cause I'm a crook
F-ck ya bitch
I live life like aint no money on my bitch
I the 16, you sing on the hook bitch
em out, foreign cars I'm whippin' em out
Been gang since the first Pippen's was out

Me and my
Yeah thats right, my
All I is my inferared-red
So the gun as long as its infrared-red

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Same colour as the big
Its for my New York niggas thats in the clappin'
I done through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem
Only chase money, chase the stardom
Back to the law, thats how I became a
Respected in every hood, bullet proof
My glock got no feelings, hollows you heartless
Retaliation like tryna swim in the pit
Will I ever go at Nas, no
Will I ever go at Jay, I know
Stay hittin em pot shots
round tryna figure out who got Pac shot
Cause that got BIG shot, nigga's try to out LA like big shot
Thats Chauncey Billups, for you niggas who don't it
You rap niggas bitches, pitching underhanded
It's like throwin soft at Derek Jeter
I keep it hood, never put money in parking
like the the US government
I be on some over
28 inch rims shit
Roll down the window with this
Roll up the endo, with this
Get it backward, my shit that good
No more medical weed, to chronic
No more Belvedere, Goose and tonic
Keep a nigga up with a mind state like
get ya nigga f-cked up, you know the crime rate up

I hit a with the infra-red-red
Yeah right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the
the gun as long as its infrared-red

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And I can pop a nigga a rooftop
Or hit 'em up close, let 'em know I'm a f-cking killer
like Ghost-face, no trace for the
When it to the base in the kitchen I'm a chef like Rae
Nas was like U-God, I'm like "nah you God", right next to Rza as I'm lighting up the
Pourin' out this for my niggas that was bigger than the ditches that they living
That was put in by the triggers, they niggas with some cold hearts
And you wonder why I walk around like my long, black hoody on
Writin' music like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play parts
Drive this raggedy ass Bentely like its a
Aint been crazy since I learned how to dart
Run up on his muthaf-cking car, you a man
Nah, sweat it like Lebron James headband
Empty out the clip on but Redman
I Blackout and you can 2
But I got night on this muthaf-ckin infra-red-red

Yeah right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the
F-ck the gun as as its infrared-red

Niggas know what the f-ck it is everytime we do shit
We do shit right, nigga
Yeah, out to Redman for no reason at all
n Dre them my niggas, my brothers
Thats my family for life