Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Los Angeles, home of the
Pimp, and gamblers
98 on Christmas
Nigga, we rolling

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

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

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a motherfucker tough luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch nuts
I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you 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 hound
Throwing in the air, leave blood on the ground

got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes
Last Train to Paris, around the world in these red
Che Guevara of the New Era, me
Louisville Slugger, get buried in my New Era

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

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

And I'm out here, I might as well 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 motherfucker luck
And we going to the world 'til that bitch bust nuts
I tell you what's 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, me a bloodhound
Throwing in the air, leave blood on the ground