Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million ways to die, one

It's time to escape, but I know where the fuck I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, life or
I see in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any nigga takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we putting in
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all
Anybody killer, you what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the is

I see some mark niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up the Pound?
Is nigga snoop alright? Hey yo what's up with the crew?
Is them niggas in jail, or are niggas through?"
I said, if you ain't up on
Snoop is the name, Dogg Pound's the game
It's like this don't understand
It's an everyday thing, to
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these niggas
What's up you I represent the Pound and Death Row
And can't no other in L.A. or Long Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you come and you can't run, and you can't
See long to the G of the
One gun is all that we need, to put you to
Pump pump, put 2 slugs dead in your
Now you dead then a motherfucker, creepin and
6 feet in, fuckin with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

The cloud black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg crew
Ain't no clue, on why the we do what we do
Leave you in a of paranoia, oh
Don't make a for your gat so soon 'cause
I drops bombs like (hey nigga)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me you
I'll you on a journey, and I promise I won't leave you
(I won't leave you) you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that's the mission
Or survival, your every thought
Keep your eyes open, 'cause you want to be caught
Half with your weapon on safety
Now break motherfucker 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to level
I come up with your ends, you go with the devil
Now roam through the depths of
Where the your buster ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, a suicide

Now me, what's my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)

Deep, like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic
And I got the machine, that your fucking chest plates
Open and release them
Then I def cuts
Brutal, edged, totally ruff-neck
Now everybody scream 'nough to the X
'Nough given
and you will not be living
Word to momma, Emma, drama,

Suicide, it's a

Now tell me, what's my name
Serial killer, serial killer, killer

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)