Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killa

Six ways to die, choose one

It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fuck I'm
Up or down, right or left, or death
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
killer, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the is

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

Suicide, a suicide

The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes
Now you in the midst of the Pound crew
Ain't no clue, on why the we do what 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 hand and let me you
I'll take you on a journey, and I promise I leave you
(I won't you) until you get the full comprehension
And you do, that's when the mission
Or survival, becomes your thought
Keep your open, 'cause you don't want to be caught
Half steppin with your on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker you make me
Take 211 to another level
I up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam the depths of hell
Where the rest buster ass homeboys dwell

Suicide, a suicide

Now tell me, my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, killa, serial killa

(Wake up in the morning, to Lucky cereal)

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

Suicide, it's a

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

(Wake up in the morning, to Charms cereal)