Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

Throw motherfucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga, ask why
Red in and out of them Air Max '95's

I, walk on the moon, flow hotter June
Any nigga want drama I up a sand dune
Peace to my man Tune for his man room
Now we switches to the Spring Break, Cancun

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

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

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

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble 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's

And that's B's up, ho's
Looking in the mirror, I'm to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a
Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

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

I'm up out the hood, where they them guns on you like
Come up out your hood, it never all good
We up in backwoods, nigga get to acting stupid
Get thrown in the woods

Los Angeles, of the scandalous
Pimp, ho's and
98 degrees on
Nigga, we cannabis

sweet, ain't it?
I her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her down, stained it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm

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

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble tough luck
And we going to fuck the '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, call me a blood
Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

Russia got a red flag, U.S. got red
Last Train to Paris, around the in these red Nikes
Che of the New Era, test me
Louisville Slugger, you'll get in my New Era

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

Got my red Dre Beats on, trying to put my on
And I it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
my nigga Jim Jones at? Roll 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 want me
Because I'm Malcolm X he turned Muslim, R.E.D.

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble tough luck
And we going to fuck the world that bitch bust nuts
I tell you what's good but I can tell you what's what

And that's B's up, ho's
Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a
Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground