Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million ways to die, one

It's time to escape, but I don't know where the I'm headed
Up or down, right or left, or death
I see myself in a of smoke
Death becomes any that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death all niggas
Anybody killer, you know what the is
Nigga, you know the real is

I see some mark brand niggas on the corner me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up with the
Is that nigga snoop alright? Hey yo what's up the crew?
Is them in jail, or are them niggas through?"
I said, if you up on things
Snoop Dogg is the name, Pound's the game
It's this they don't understand
It's an everyday thing, to
Make that twist, don't be a bitch, let these know
up with you I represent the Pound and Death Row
And can't no motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you can't 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 chest
Now you dead a motherfucker, creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

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

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)

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

Suicide, a suicide

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)