Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

[Game - 1]
Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati in the sky
don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max
I, walk on the moon, hotter than June
Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand
to my man 'Tune for giving his man room
Now we switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I it
Made the letter B more famous a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in eyes
Half of these weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die
Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab eye
Dre called, my baby momma "won't you decide"
She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for
And all I do is
Before I turn on 'em I kill and stick my red flag in the ground
Red Nation!!!

[Lil
Now the f-ck up
a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the til that bitch bust nuts
I tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, down
in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, me a blood hound
Throwin' in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Game - 2]
N-ggas'll they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac halo
One blood, plural, n-gga I'm spendin'
Ferrari got an ice cream paint job,
I'm up out the hood, they pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it aint all good
We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to stupid
Get in the back woods
Los Angeles, of the scandalous
Pimp, and gamblers
98 degree's on
we rollin' cannibus
Swisha aint it, I told her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, it
That's my Chi-lingo, I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself,
Dancing the stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, to God

Wayne]
Now the f-ck up
Everyday's a muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust
I can't ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, down
Lookin' in the mirror, I where to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a hound
blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Game - 3]
Russia got a Red
US got Red
Last train to Paris, round the World in these red
Che Guevara of the New Era, me
Louieville slugger, you'll get in my era
Got that on, tighter than a magnum
Walk in the club saggin' with a 38
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R on a hill like Lauren
Her and the car
Got my red Dre on, tryna put my peeps on
And I keep it hood this Phantom is a Nissan
Where my n-gga Jim at?
Roll 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 b-tch I got her red bottoms
And all these hatin' ass want me dead
Cause I'm Malcolm X he turned Muslim, RED

Wayne]
Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble muthaf-cker, luck
And we gon f-ck the til the bitch bust nuts
I tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that's, B's up, down
Lookin' in the mirror, I know to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a blood
Throwin' blood in the air, leave on the ground