Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

Throw motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga, ask why
Red laces in and out of Air Max '95's

I, on the moon, flow hotter than June
Any want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man for giving his man room
Now we hitting switches to the Spring Break,

Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I it
Made the letter B more than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's
Half of these rappers wasn't trapping I was chopping the do or die

Suge had me in, I went Puffy Zab Judah eye
Dre called, my baby mama, "Won't you decide?"
She chose Doc, day I poured you aside
it's Aftermath for life and all I do is ride

Before I on him I kill Satan
And stick my red in the ground
red nation

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble tough luck
And we to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust nuts
I can't you what's good but I can tell you what's what

And that's B's up, down
Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a
Throwing in the air, leave blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade they soul to be or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, to Tupac Shakur's halo
One Blood, plural, nigga I'm Euros
got a ice cream paint job, Dorrough

I'm up out the hood, where they them guns on you like
up out your hood, it ain't never all good
We roll up in backwoods, get to acting stupid
Get thrown in the back

Los Angeles, of the scandalous
Pimp, ho's and
98 on Christmas
Nigga, we rolling

sweet, ain't it?
I told her I'm Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her down, stained it
That's my Chi-lingo, I'm bi-lingual

Ball by myself, nigga ocho,
Dancing With the Stars, and fast cars
And everybody out here, word to God

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch nuts
I can't tell you good but I can tell you what's what

And that's B's up, down
Looking in the mirror, I'm to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a hound
Throwing Blood in the air, blood on the ground

got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes
Last Train to Paris, the world in these red Nikes
Che of the New Era, test me
Slugger, you'll get buried in my New Era

Got that on, tighter than a Magnum
Walk in the club with a .38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sitting on a hill Lauren
Her and the car

Got my red Dre Beats on, to put my peeps on
And I keep it hood like this is a Nissan
my nigga Jim Jones at? Roll up the weed, son
So many Bloods in Compton had to get a NYC

And while I'm out here, I might as go shopping
And put this new bad bitch, I got her Red Bottoms
And all these hating ass niggas me dead
I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, R.E.D.

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble tough luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch bust
I can't tell you good but I can tell you what's what

And that's B's up, down
in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a
Throwing Blood in the air, blood on the ground