Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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Red Rose, cellar
No body, no casket, blood spillin'
I aint a dead President but I millions
They "Game, where ya been?"
Yeh Blood
But not on no or no villa's
I've been lost in Compton some drug dealers
I bought the Relapse loved it, hit the block it
Em still spit crack the Aftermath oven is a
But I seen it in years
Still survive like niggas threw me off the first
Still the most gutta, spit the butta
My album's got more game than at the Rucker
Who said I'll never go Platinum, never a Phantom
I my shit at every strip club in Atlanta
to my nigga T.I. for keeping a level head
Niggas I flip after doing bids in the feds
So to C-Murder, come 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 OJ's
And I'ma keep name droppin' long as my poppin'
I mean long as the poppin'
All knights, white Range, white pipes, crack in the concrete
the ?
I switch cars like superhead stars
You know why, cause I'm a crook
ya book bitch
I live life like no money on my books bitch
I write the 16, you sing on the hook
em out, foreign cars I'm whippin' em out
Been gang bangin' the first Pippen's was out

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

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

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

Yeah thats right, the
All I need is the
the gun as long as its infrared-red

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