Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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Red Rose, white
No body, no casket, just blood
I aint a dead but I love millions
They "Game, where ya been?"
Yeh chillin'
But not on no islands or no
been lost in Compton with some 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 threw me off the tier
Still the gutta, spit the most butta
My album's got more than niggas at the Rucker
Who I'll never go Platinum, never drop a Phantom
I my shit at every strip club in Atlanta
Peace to my nigga T.I. for keeping a head
Niggas I flip after doing bids in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, to my hood see murder
Aint a in my city that you aint heard of
Bought up on the block, no love, black glocks, chrome
and we all fit glove
And I'ma keep name droppin' long as my poppin'
I mean long as the 'cane
All knights, white Range, white pipes, crack in the concrete
the ?
I switch cars superhead switch stars
You why, cause I'm a crook bitch
F-ck ya book
I live life like no money on my books bitch
I write the 16, you sing on the bitch
Dickin' em out, foreign cars I'm em out
gang bangin' since the first Pippen's was out

Me and my
Yeah thats right, my
All I need is my
So f-ck the gun as long as its

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Same colour as the big
Its for my New York niggas thats in the clappin'
I been through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem
Only money, never chase the stardom
to the law, thats how I became a target
Respected in every hood, proof regardless
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 don't
hittin em with pot shots
Ridin' tryna figure out who got Pac shot
Cause that got BIG shot, nigga's try to out LA like big shot
Chauncey Billups, for you niggas who don't understand it
You rap niggas like bitches, pitching
It's like throwin soft at Derek Jeter
I keep it hood, never put money in parking
the f-ck the US government
I be on over shit
28 inch rubber shit
Roll down the window f-ck with
Roll up the endo, with this
Get it backward, yeah my shit that
No more weed, back to chronic
No Belvedere, Grey Goose and tonic
Keep a nigga up with a mind state like
Dont get ya nigga f-cked up, you know the rate up

I hit a nigga the infra-red-red
Yeah thats right, the
All I need is the
F-ck the gun as long as its

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And I can pop a from a rooftop
Or hit 'em up close, let 'em know that I'm a 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
out this liquor for my niggas that was bigger than the ditches that they living
That was put in by the triggers, some niggas with some cold hearts
And you wonder why I walk around like my long, black hoody on
Writin' music Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play both parts
Drive raggedy ass Bentely like its a go-kart
Aint been since I learned how to throw dart
Run up on his car, you a dead man
Nah, sweat it like Lebron James headband
Empty out the on anybody but Redman
I Blackout and you can 2
But I got night vision on muthaf-ckin infra-red-red

Yeah thats right, the
All I is the inferared-red
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, shout out to Redman for no at all
Cool n Dre my niggas, my brothers
Thats my for life nigga's