Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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Red Rose, cellar
No body, no casket, just blood
I aint a dead President but I love
They "Game, where ya been?"
Yeh chillin'
But not on no or no villa's
been lost in Compton with some drug dealers
I bought the Relapse loved it, hit the block it
Em still spit crack the Aftermath is a muthaf-cker
But I seen it in years
survive like niggas threw me off the first 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 know after doing bids in the feds
So to C-Murder, come to my hood see murder
Aint a street in my city that you heard of
Bought up on the block, no love, black glocks, chrome
and we all fit OJ's
And I'ma keep name long as my name poppin'
I mean long as the poppin'
All white knights, white Range, white pipes, crack in the
the ?
I switch cars like superhead stars
You know why, cause I'm a crook
F-ck ya bitch
I live like aint no money on my books bitch
I write the 16, you on the hook bitch
Dickin' em out, foreign I'm whippin' em out
Been gang bangin' since the first 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 as the big apple
Its for my New York niggas thats in the hood
I been through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem
Only chase money, chase the stardom
to the law, thats how I became a target
Respected in hood, bullet proof regardless
My got no feelings, hollows leave you heartless
like tryna swim in the shark pit
Will I ever go at Nas, no
Will I go at Jay, I don't know
Stay hittin em with pot
Ridin' round tryna out who got Pac shot
Cause that got BIG shot, try to take out LA like big shot
Thats Chauncey Billups, for you who don't understand it
You rap niggas bitches, pitching underhanded
It's like throwin soft at Derek Jeter
I keep it hood, never put money in parking
like the f-ck the US
I be on some shit
28 inch rims rubber
Roll down the window f-ck this
Roll up the endo, f-ck with
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 like
Dont get ya nigga f-cked up, you know the crime 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 that I'm a f-cking killer
like Ghost-face, no 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
out this liquor for my niggas that was bigger than the ditches that they living
That was put in by the triggers, they some niggas some cold hearts
And you why I walk around like my soul long, black hoody on
Writin' like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play both parts
Drive this raggedy ass like its a go-kart
Aint crazy since I learned how to throw dart
Run up on his car, you a dead man
Nah, don't sweat it like James headband
Empty out the on anybody but Redman
I and you can Blackout 2
But I got night vision on this muthaf-ckin

Yeah right, the infra-red-red
All I is the inferared-red
F-ck the gun as long as its

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