Luyện nghe bài hát InfraRED

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Red Rose, white
No body, no casket, just blood
I aint a dead but I love millions
like "Game, where ya been?"
Yeh Blood
But not on no islands or no
been lost in Compton with some drug dealers
I bought the Relapse loved it, hit the block it
Em still spit crack the Aftermath oven is a
But I seen it in years
survive like niggas threw me off the first tier
Still the most gutta, the most butta
My album's got more than niggas at the Rucker
Who said I'll never go Platinum, never a Phantom
I park my shit at every strip club in
to my nigga T.I. for keeping a level head
Niggas I know flip after doing 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, chrome
and we all fit glove
And I'ma keep name droppin' long as my name
I mean long as the 'cane
All white knights, white Range, white pipes, in the concrete
the ?
I switch cars like superhead stars
You know why, 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
Dickin' em out, cars I'm whippin' em out
gang bangin' since the first 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 York niggas thats in the hood
I been through Brooklyn, Queens, BX and Harlem
chase money, never chase the stardom
Back to the law, thats how I a target
Respected in hood, bullet proof regardless
My glock got no feelings, hollows leave you
Retaliation like tryna in the shark pit
Will I 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 got BIG shot, nigga's try to take out LA like big shot
Thats Billups, for you niggas who don't understand it
You rap niggas like bitches, pitching
It's like throwin soft balls at Jeter
I keep it hood, never put money in meters
like the the US government
I be on some shit
28 inch rubber shit
Roll the window f-ck with this
Roll up the endo, f-ck this
Get it backward, yeah my that good
No more medical weed, to chronic
No more Belvedere, Grey Goose and
Keep a nigga f-cked up with a mind like
get ya nigga f-cked up, you know the crime rate up

I hit a nigga with the
Yeah right, the infra-red-red
All I is the inferared-red
the gun as long as its infrared-red

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And I can pop a from a rooftop
Or hit 'em up close, let 'em that I'm a f-cking killer
like Ghost-face, no for the jakes
When it come to the base in the kitchen I'm a like Rae
Nas was like U-God, I'm "nah you God", right next to Rza as I'm lighting up the swisha
out this liquor for my niggas that was bigger than the ditches that they living
That was put in by the triggers, they some with some cold hearts
And you wonder why I around like my soul long, black hoody on
Writin' like Mozart, Denzel, John Travolta, I play both parts
Drive this raggedy ass Bentely like its a
Aint been crazy since I learned how to throw
Run up on his car, you a dead man
Nah, don't it like Lebron James headband
Empty out the clip on but Redman
I and you can Blackout 2
But I got night vision on 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 this shit right,
Yeah, shout out to for no reason at all
n Dre them my niggas, my brothers
Thats my family for nigga's