Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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Red Rose, cellar
No body, no casket, blood spillin'
I aint a President but I love 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 the Relapse loved it, hit the block hugged it
Em still spit crack the Aftermath is a muthaf-cker
But I aint seen it in
Still survive like niggas threw me off the first
Still the most gutta, the most butta
My got more game than niggas at the Rucker
Who said I'll never go Platinum, drop a Phantom
I park my shit at every strip club in
Peace to my nigga T.I. for keeping a level
Niggas I know flip after bids in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, come to my see murder
Aint a street in my city that you aint of
up on the block, no love, black glocks, chrome slugs
and we all fit OJ's
And I'ma name droppin' long as my name poppin'
I mean long as the poppin'
All white knights, white Range, white pipes, in the concrete
the ?
I switch cars like switch stars
You know why, I'm a crook bitch
ya book bitch
I live life like aint no on my books bitch
I write the 16, you on the hook bitch
em out, foreign cars I'm whippin' em out
Been gang bangin' since the Pippen's was out

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

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

I hit a nigga the infra-red-red
Yeah right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the
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 f-cking
Ghost-face, no trace for the jakes
When it come to the base in the kitchen I'm a chef Rae
Nas was like U-God, I'm like "nah you God", next to Rza as I'm lighting up the swisha
Pourin' out this for my niggas that 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 like my soul long, black on
Writin' music like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I both parts
Drive raggedy ass Bentely like its a go-kart
Aint been crazy since I learned how to throw
Run up on his muthaf-cking car, you a man
Nah, don't sweat it like James headband
out the clip on anybody but Redman
I and you can Blackout 2
But I got night vision on 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 know what the f-ck it is everytime we do shit
We do this right, nigga
Yeah, shout out to for no reason at all
Cool n Dre my niggas, my brothers
my family for life nigga's