Luyện nghe bài hát Feel My Nature Rize

(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by
and circumstances make you take them dangerous chances
Leave you in front seat with your neck slit, then I'm hittin' fences
Now i'ma talk about the dirty situation
Shit you hatin', that's why your casket is
your ass up like a triple gold dayton
When I'm in your town you better cut like payton
Studio man tapin', I got that bitch, she peratratin'
Show your whole family, you on your front porch hangin'
a note that's saying: 'sincerely, swartzaniggaz'
Put hands in your pocket, give it up
I demand I my tweed, potent refer, man
with the hand cannon
Split my face, muthafucka, gimme your
And that in your hand, understand?
Yeah, you gots to my nature rise

(swartzaniggaz):
I can my nature rise
at the marks that I despise
Through eyes, high style thoughts turn homicides
You to die, for tryna ride and get me
Got some off, but of them hit me
Now on a tip, with a patched black mask
On the with a 50 caliber weapon
Hangin' up the door of the chev and causin' slaughter
Sid's malt liquor be that motive I be loaded off that water
Saw the situation rollin'
Shotgun and a that's stolen
Strapped up and in case these niggas wanna get deadly
We can go there, I know there's a place for niggas like ya'll
But I heard pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fall
Too late for that 911 call, this already in progress
Home invasions like got me obsessed like a vietnam vet
As I kick through the front door,
And lynch kicked down the
Operation: peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had gats loaded
'cause it ain't no tellin' when we
Back streets, sacs of get blazed as we gunnin' with the engine still

'cause real killers make them real quick get
Spray the place and skirt
As quick as we can, we does our
Whoever gets hurt, that's
So don't take this personal
It's that murder's in my nature
So four now, that's what I've been searchin' for
'cause doin' dirt old when it's the same old thing
why I try to take my murders to the highest extreme
Make everybody scream, open up some
Still the blood spillin'
It's a little dream that I be havin'
Man, I killin'

(brotha lynch):
I got a hard dick for
villain
Protect your wife and children
Feel my rise

(swartzaniggaz):
Not quite about this nigga?
Check metro sections
Then cross reference murders by and dates
And how many times hoes' got raped
Mr. no prints, the reason one time out of yellow tape
with a half deck, havin' niggas on hush
Smokin' a bowl that I
Open up your chest when I
So suit up, 'cause it's kill a night
Ain't no tellin' when 6 gets to shootin' up
Movin' up your date, with a tre-8 special
It's way too to wrestle, as I nestle the sword stoppers
Split your ass like pinata
up like a rotweiler
Lining up like tyson cocaine powder
Pure dank sniffer, like a lot of fluid, but I beg to differ
One wiff of that shit and I'm on cloud
Nigga, trip if you ain't got no nuts
I brought mine all buffed and shined
Untouchable when I'm fuckin' full of nitrate wine
That's when I bust on times and up
I'm nuts, goin' out my mind
Few, there's no luck, you for life, for sho'
Get your ass up on the
Tryin' to me at that lateral, slippin'
By my lonesome, but I'm on some, so who wants
Fresh out the gates, ain't no room to make
Try to make my tapes, but I feel the hoe
Tuck my dick in the o-8
Must of been the way the clip mate the .45
No body, no
Taste the meat, can't to eat
Keep the dirty, keep sturdy in your face

(swartzaniggaz):
Ya'll niggas don't wanna my nature rise
'cause I get dirty, shoot up shit with my clint
Leave neighborhood lookin' like a ghost town, nigga
You standin' on grounds
we come to sac, better have your automatics on loaded status
'cause me and my niggas be on the savage, leavin' no
Not givin' y'all a inch, 'cause i'ma lynch you
Fry your like sizziline
Have your homie reminiscing' about gangsta lean
Nigga, it ain't no fuckin' with my
You can dial 911, but it ain't no
Man, I the dear lord bless you
to this nigga, ain't no one's nuts bigger
Clutch your guts nigga, fuckin' with this
'cause I done lost it, taggin' like a pit bull with rabies
off 40 ounces of o.e.
Creepin' up on you, doin' my magnum p.i.
Lazy eye with lil' mile
Smokin' a hard for killin'