Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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

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

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Same as the big apple
Its for my New York niggas thats in the hood
I done through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem
Only chase money, chase the stardom
to the law, thats how I became a target
Respected in hood, bullet proof regardless
My glock got no feelings, hollows leave you
Retaliation tryna swim in the shark pit
I ever go at Nas, hell no
Will I ever go at Jay, I know
Stay hittin em pot shots
Ridin' round tryna figure out who got Pac
Cause that got BIG shot, try to take out LA like big shot
Thats Billups, for you niggas who don't understand it
You rap like bitches, pitching underhanded
It's like throwin soft balls at Jeter
I keep it hood, put money in parking meters
the f-ck the US government
I be on over shit
28 inch rims rubber
down the window f-ck with this
Roll up the endo, with this
Get it backward, my shit that good
No more medical weed, to chronic
No more Belvedere, Grey and tonic
a nigga f-cked up with a mind state like
Dont get ya f-cked 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 long as its

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

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

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