Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

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

[Lil
Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, tough
And we gon f-ck the World til that bust nuts
I tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, hoes
Lookin' in the mirror, I'm to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the

- Verse 2]
N-ggas'll trade soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac halo
One blood, plural, n-gga I'm spendin'
Ferrari got an ice paint job, Dorrough
I'm up out the hood, where pull guns on you like
up out ya hood, it aint never all good
We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to stupid
Get in the back woods
Los Angeles, home of the
Pimp, and gamblers
98 on Christmas
N-gga we rollin'
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
by myself, Ochocinco
Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast
And everybody out here, word to God

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

[Game - 3]
got a Red Flag
US got Red
Last train to Paris, round the World in red Nikes
Che Guevara of the New Era, me
Louieville slugger, get buried in my era
Got that natty on, 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 on, tryna put my peeps on
And I keep it hood like this is a Nissan
Where my n-gga Jim at?
Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC
And while I'm out here, I might as go shopping
And put this new bad I got her some red bottoms
And all these ass n-ggas want me dead
Cause I'm X before he turned Muslim, RED

[Lil
Now the f-ck up
a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
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, me a blood hound
blood in the air, leave blood on the ground