Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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Red Rose, cellar
No body, no casket, just blood
I aint a dead President but I love
They "Game, where ya been?"
Yeh chillin'
But not on no or no villa's
I've lost in Compton with some drug dealers
I bought the Relapse loved it, hit the block it
Em spit crack the Aftermath oven is a muthaf-cker
But I seen it in years
Still survive like niggas threw me off the first
the most gutta, spit the most butta
My album's got more game niggas at the Rucker
Who I'll never go Platinum, never drop a Phantom
I park my shit at every strip club in
Peace to my T.I. for keeping a level head
Niggas I know flip after bids in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, come to my hood see
Aint a street in my city that you aint of
up on the block, no love, black glocks, chrome slugs
and we all fit OJ's
And I'ma name droppin' long as my name poppin'
I mean long as the poppin'
All white knights, white Range, white pipes, in the concrete
the ?
I switch cars superhead switch stars
You know why, cause I'm a bitch
ya book bitch
I live life like aint no on my books bitch
I write the 16, you sing on the hook
Dickin' em out, foreign cars I'm em out
Been bangin' since the first Pippen's was out

Me and my
thats right, my infra-red-red
All I need is my
So the gun as long as its infrared-red

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Same colour as the big
Its for my New York niggas thats in the hood
I been through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem
Only chase money, never the stardom
Back to the law, thats how I became a
Respected in every hood, proof regardless
My got no feelings, hollows leave you heartless
Retaliation like tryna swim in the pit
I ever go at Nas, hell no
Will I ever go at Jay, I know
Stay em with pot shots
round tryna figure out who got Pac shot
Cause that got BIG shot, try to take out LA like big shot
Thats Chauncey Billups, for you niggas who don't it
You rap like bitches, pitching underhanded
It's like throwin balls at Derek Jeter
I keep it hood, never put in parking meters
like the f-ck the US
I be on over shit
28 inch rubber shit
down the window f-ck with this
Roll up the endo, with this
Get it backward, yeah my shit good
No more medical weed, to chronic
No more Belvedere, Grey Goose and
Keep a nigga f-cked up a mind state like
Dont get ya f-cked up, you know the crime rate up

I hit a nigga the infra-red-red
thats right, the infra-red-red
All I need is the
F-ck the gun as as its infrared-red

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And I can pop a nigga from a
Or hit 'em up close, let 'em that I'm a f-cking killer
Ghost-face, no trace for the jakes
When it come to the base in the I'm a chef like Rae
Nas was like U-God, I'm like "nah you God", right next to Rza as I'm lighting up the
Pourin' out this liquor for my niggas that was bigger than the that they living
was put in by the triggers, they some niggas with some cold hearts
And you wonder why I walk like my soul long, black hoody on
Writin' like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play both parts
this raggedy ass Bentely like its a go-kart
Aint been since I learned how to throw dart
Run up on his car, you a dead man
Nah, don't sweat it like Lebron James
Empty out the on anybody but Redman
I and you can Blackout 2
But I got vision on this muthaf-ckin infra-red-red

Yeah thats right, the
All I need is the
F-ck the gun as as its infrared-red

Niggas know what the f-ck it is everytime we do shit
We do shit right, nigga
Yeah, out to Redman for no reason at all
Cool n Dre them my niggas, my
my family for life nigga's