Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six million to die, choose 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 myself in a mist of
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a
We hit a five stick, now we putting in work
Unaccountable of dirt, death becomes all niggas
Anybody killer, you what the deal is
Nigga, you what the real is

I see some brand niggas on the corner flagging me down
Saying, "Yo Daz, what's up with the
Is that nigga alright? Hey yo what's up with the crew?
Is niggas in jail, or are them niggas through?"
I said, if you ain't up on
Snoop is the name, Dogg 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 niggas
What's up with you I represent the Pound and Row
And no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
And Compton, and Watts, see
Now, you come and you can't run, and you can't
See to the G of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to
Pump pump, put 2 slugs in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker, and sleepin
6 deep in, fuckin with the Pound is

Suicide, it's a

The cloud becomes black, and the sky blue
Now you in the of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the fuck we do we do
you in a state of paranoia, oh
Don't make a for your gat so soon 'cause
I drops like Platoon (hey nigga)
Walk with me, my hand and let me lead you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I won't you
(I leave you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, when the mission
Or survival, becomes your thought
Keep your open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on
Now yourself motherfucker 'fore you make me
Take this 211 to level
I come up with ends, you go down with the devil
Now through the depths of hell
Where the rest your buster ass dwell

Suicide, it's a

Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin
killa, serial killa, serial killa

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)

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

Suicide, it's a

Now tell me, my motherfucking name
Serial killer, serial killer, killer

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)