Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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Red Rose, cellar
No body, no casket, blood spillin'
I aint a dead but I love millions
like "Game, where ya been?"
Yeh Blood
But not on no or no villa's
I've been in Compton with some drug dealers
I bought the loved it, hit the block hugged it
Em still spit crack the oven is a muthaf-cker
But I aint it in years
Still survive niggas threw me off the first tier
Still the most gutta, the most butta
My album's got more game than niggas at the
Who said I'll never go Platinum, never a Phantom
I my shit at every strip club in Atlanta
Peace to my nigga T.I. for a level head
Niggas I know flip after doing bids in the
So to C-Murder, come to my hood see murder
Aint a street in my that you aint heard of
Bought up on the block, no love, glocks, chrome slugs
and we all fit glove
And I'ma name droppin' long as my name poppin'
I long as the 'cane poppin'
All white knights, Range, white pipes, crack in the concrete
the ?
I cars like superhead switch stars
You why, cause I'm a crook bitch
F-ck ya bitch
I live life like no money on my books bitch
I write the 16, you on the hook bitch
em out, foreign cars I'm whippin' em out
Been gang bangin' since the Pippen's was out

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

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

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

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And I can pop a nigga a rooftop
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 kitchen I'm a chef Rae
Nas was like U-God, I'm like "nah you God", right to Rza as I'm lighting up the swisha
Pourin' out this liquor for my that was bigger than the ditches that they living
That was put in by the triggers, they some niggas some cold hearts
And you wonder why I walk around like my long, black hoody on
Writin' music like Mozart, Denzel, Travolta, I play both parts
Drive this raggedy ass like its a go-kart
been crazy since I learned how to throw dart
Run up on his muthaf-cking car, you a man
Nah, don't sweat it like Lebron James
Empty out the clip on but Redman
I and you can Blackout 2
But I got night vision on this muthaf-ckin

Yeah thats right, the
All I is the inferared-red
the gun as long as its infrared-red

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