Luyện nghe bài hát Red Bandana

not!
street
the
boy
charli (he wears a red bandana)

we are the gang
shye
mother fuckers! (he a red bandana)

on the front of murder dog (he a)
on the of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
the whole world know (he a)
every nigga in the know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the nypd (he a)
why you on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana)
all the know (he wears a)
even my crip niggas (he wears a red bandana)

1]
chea
dear god let me clense my soul/ throw away all the and the gold/
o no I cant do that/ do I god? True dat/ but I got a gun so move back/
im loco like 5 in the side of chevelle ridin on low pros/
im a renegade with the 44/ been a gangbanger all my life, fuck the popo/
I aint been a cocky kid/ know they could kill me if they shot pac and big/
but I let my bandana hang/ in the city of we gangbang/
I move that chronic and way before I met 50, banks, buck and yayo/
ask eminem, even dr. dre know/ I put one in ten in the range rov/
used to push that rock like jay hov/ you better lay low the ak blow/
or get and a halo/ run to the hood and tell em im the nigga they gotta pray for/
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I said run to the hood and em im the nigga they gotta pray for, lay low and stay low

on the of murder dog (he wears a)
on the of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
the whole knows (he wears a)
every nigga in the hood know (he a red bandana)
50 told the (he wears a)
why you on me and tell em that (he wears a red bandana)
all the know (he wears a)
my crip niggas know (he wears a red bandana)

2]
chea
im a gangbanger dont get it fucked up/ you aint never bang, you aint laces chucks up/
so how the fuck you gon criticize me/ I aint the reason is bangin the nyc/
makin threats on the m.i.c./ I dont wake up in cold sweats when I sleep/
I live comfortably/ with a red rag tied around the 45 in case try to come for me/
mad cause I started my own company/ I dont what the fuck niggas want from me/
except something for before the documentary dropped, you bitch niggas wasnt bumpin me/
and to some degree/ I gotta keep that 4-5th me/ I dont run from beef/
its either cock back, squeeze, or be underneath/ im from the streets of (compton)
and my grandmother died before I was multi/ wasnt raised right my parents was both high/
high off cocaine, my to the dope game came in 85 watchin soul train/
mama told me I was the future, and one day I'll be fly like plane/
just dont bang/ but back then, Id do anything for a jerri-curl and a gold
niggas always got something to like they aint never bumped n.w.a./
punk niggas talk shit, but when they need hits they their fucking pride and come runnin to dre/
niggas come to LA when they need to talk/ cause kanye told everybody walks/
bush killed more niggas in the towers gangbanging ever did, thats why they need new york/

on the front of murder dog (he a)
on the cover of the source you see (he a red bandana)
the whole knows (he wears a)
every in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the nypd (he a)
why you snitch on me and tell em (he wears a red bandana)
all the pirus (he wears a)
even my crip niggas know (he a red bandana)

yeah fuckers
chuck
o you thought I forgot about that huh
im going back to my
g-unit is
as a staff, a record label, and a mother group
your clothes cant
shoes are straight garbage
your suck!
chicken little you nigga
*echos*
how you like it
I yo style
I aint doin no third
just talk to you nigga
like you do when you get mad at me you cant fuck with me lyrically mother fucker!!!
you gon do one of those sing song clucky poppy hooks
you like the rap lohan you fuckin faggot
write 8 bars me nigga
I do shit all day 50!
jackson
boo boo

black street c. e. o. mother fuckas!
in stores december 26th
stop stop lyin the dvd in stores december 6th
its a tell all
wait till my movie out
im it aint based on my life
with that knock off 8 mile
you never be eminem mother fucker
you aint inclined enough to be jay-z, nas, b.i.g. or pac
and in the modern daytoday, tomorrow, next
you cant fuck with the nigga!
out