Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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

Me and my
Yeah right, my infra-red-red
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 been Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem
Only chase money, never chase the
Back to the law, thats how I a target
Respected in every hood, proof regardless
My glock got no feelings, hollows leave you
Retaliation like swim in the shark pit
Will I go at Nas, hell no
Will I ever go at Jay, I know
Stay hittin em pot shots
round tryna figure out who got Pac shot
Cause got BIG shot, nigga's try to take out LA like big shot
Thats Chauncey Billups, for you who don't understand it
You rap like bitches, pitching underhanded
It's like throwin balls at Derek Jeter
I it hood, never put money in parking meters
the f-ck the US government
I be on some shit
28 inch rubber shit
Roll down the window f-ck this
up the endo, f-ck with this
Get it backward, yeah my shit good
No more weed, back to chronic
No more Belvedere, Goose and tonic
Keep a nigga f-cked up with a mind state
Dont get ya nigga f-cked up, you know the crime up

I hit a with the infra-red-red
Yeah right, the infra-red-red
All I is the inferared-red
F-ck the gun as as its infrared-red

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And I can pop a nigga from a
Or hit 'em up close, let 'em know I'm a f-cking killer
Ghost-face, no trace for the jakes
When it come to the in the kitchen I'm a chef like Rae
Nas was like U-God, I'm "nah you God", right next to Rza as I'm lighting up the swisha
Pourin' out this liquor for my niggas was bigger than the ditches that they living
That was put in by the triggers, they some niggas with some hearts
And you wonder why I walk around my soul long, black hoody on
Writin' music like Mozart, Denzel, Travolta, I play both parts
Drive raggedy ass Bentely like its a go-kart
Aint been crazy since I how to throw dart
Run up on his muthaf-cking car, you a man
Nah, don't it like Lebron James headband
Empty out the clip on but Redman
I Blackout and you can 2
But I got vision on this muthaf-ckin infra-red-red

Yeah right, the infra-red-red
All I is the inferared-red
the gun as long as its infrared-red

Niggas what the f-ck it is everytime we do this shit
We do shit right, nigga
Yeah, shout out to Redman for no at all
Cool n Dre my niggas, my brothers
Thats my for life nigga's