Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

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

I, on the moon, flow hotter than June
Any nigga want drama I up a sand dune
Peace to my man for giving his man room
Now we hitting 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 live in Judah's eyes
of these rappers wasn't trapping when I was chopping the do or die

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

Before I on him I kill Satan
And my red flag in the ground
It's red

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough
And we going to fuck the world that bitch bust nuts
I can't tell you what's but I can tell you what's what

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

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

I'm up out the hood, where they them guns on you like
Come up out your hood, it ain't never all
We roll up in backwoods, get to acting stupid
Get thrown in the back

Los Angeles, home of the
Pimp, and gamblers
98 on Christmas
Nigga, we cannabis

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

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

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bust nuts
I can't 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 hound
Throwing Blood in the air, blood on the ground

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

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

Got my red Dre on, trying to put my peeps on
And I keep it hood like this is a Nissan
Where my nigga Jim Jones at? up the weed, son
So many Bloods in Compton had to get a NYC

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 want me dead
Because I'm Malcolm X he turned Muslim, R.E.D.

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble tough luck
And we going to fuck the 'til that bitch bust nuts
I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what's

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