Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

[Game - 1]
Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati in the sky
don't ask why
Red laces in and out of Air Max '95?s
I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than
Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand
Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man
Now we hittin' to the Spring Break, Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I it
Made the letter B more famous a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't in Judah's eyes
of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die
Suge had me in, I Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my baby "won't you decide"
She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its for life
And all I do is
Before I turn on 'em I kill Satan and my red flag in the ground
Red Nation!!!

[Lil
Now the f-ck up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough
And we gon f-ck the World til that bust nuts
I can't ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, down
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, me a blood hound
blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Game - 2]
trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's
One blood, plural, I'm spendin' Euro's
got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough
I'm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you
Come up out ya hood, it never all good
We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to stupid
Get in the back woods
Los Angeles, of the scandalous
Pimp, and gamblers
98 degree's on
N-gga we cannibus
sweet aint it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, her panites down, stain it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm
Ball by myself,
with the stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody out here, word to God

Wayne]
Now the f-ck up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bust nuts
I can't ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, hoes
Lookin' in the mirror, I know to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, me a blood hound
blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Game - 3]
Russia got a Red
US got Red
Last to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes
Che Guevara of the New Era, me
Louieville slugger, get buried in my era
Got natty on, tighter than a magnum
Walk in the club saggin' a 38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin' on a like Lauren
Her and the car
Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my on
And I keep it like this Phantom is a Nissan
my n-gga Jim Jones at?
Roll up the weed son, so bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
And while I'm out here, I might as go shopping
And put new bad b-tch I got her some red bottoms
And all these hatin' ass n-ggas me dead
Cause I'm Malcolm X he turned Muslim, RED

[Lil
Now the f-ck up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough
And we gon the World til the bitch bust nuts
I can't tell ya good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, down
Lookin' in the mirror, I where to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood
Throwin' blood in the air, leave on the ground