Luyện nghe bài hát Red Nation

Throw your motherfucking hats in the sky
Nigga, ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max

I, walk on the moon, hotter than June
Any want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man for giving his man room
Now we hitting switches to the Spring Break,

Get it? Naw, forget it, Suwo, I it
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox
But was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
Half of these wasn't trapping when I was chopping the do or die

Suge had me in, I went Puffy Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my mama, "Won't you decide?"
She chose Doc, first day I poured you
Like it's Aftermath for life and all I do is

Before I turn on him I Satan
And stick my red flag in the
red nation

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bitch nuts
I can't tell you what's good but I can tell you what

And B's up, ho's down
Looking in the mirror, I'm to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a
Throwing Blood in the air, leave on the ground

Niggas'll trade soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac halo
One Blood, plural, I'm spending Euros
got a ice cream paint job, Dorrough

I'm up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like
Come up out your hood, it ain't all good
We roll up in backwoods, get to acting stupid
Get thrown in the back

Los Angeles, of the scandalous
Pimp, and gamblers
98 degrees on
Nigga, we rolling

Swisher sweet, it?
I her I'm Charles Louboutin
The fainted, pulled her panties down, stained it
That's my Chi-lingo, I'm bi-lingual

Ball by myself, nigga ocho,
Dancing the Stars, bullets and fast cars
And bleed out here, word to God

Now the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker tough
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bust nuts
I can't tell you what's but I can tell you what's what

And that's B's up, ho's
Looking in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be
Blood, I'm a dog, me a blood hound
Throwing Blood in the air, leave on the ground

got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes
Last Train to Paris, around the world in red Nikes
Che of the New Era, test me
Louisville Slugger, get buried in my New Era

Got that Natti on, than a Magnum
Walk in the club sagging a .38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sitting on a hill like
Her and the car

Got my red Dre on, trying to put my peeps on
And I keep it hood like this is a Nissan
Where my nigga Jim Jones at? up the weed, son
So many Bloods in had to get a NYC song

And while I'm out here, I as well go shopping
And put this new bad bitch, I got her some Red
And all hating ass niggas want me dead
Because I'm Malcolm X before he Muslim, R.E.D.

Now Blood the up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker luck
And we going to fuck the world 'til that bust nuts
I can't tell you good but I can tell you what's what

And that's B's up, down
in the mirror, I'm nowhere to be found
Blood, I'm a dog, call me a
Throwing Blood in the air, leave on the ground