Luyện nghe bài hát Feel My Nature Rize

(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood red eyes
in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them chances
Leave you in your front seat with your neck slit, I'm hittin' fences
Now i'ma about the same dirty situation
Shit you hatin', that's why your casket is
Shine your ass up a triple gold dayton
When I'm in your town you better cut walter payton
Studio man keep tapin', I got that bitch, she
your whole family, leave you on your front porch hangin'
With a that's saying: 'sincerely, swartzaniggaz'
Put your hands in pocket, give it up
I demand I need my tweed, refer, man
Bandstandin' with the hand
Split my face, muthafucka, gimme scrill
And that rolex in your hand,
Yeah, you gots to my nature rise

(swartzaniggaz):
I can feel my nature
Starin' at the that I despise
Through evil eyes, high thoughts turn homicides
You to die, for tryna ride and get me
Got off, but none of them hit me
Now on a payback tip, a patched black mask
On the with a 50 caliber weapon
Hangin' up over the of the chev and causin' slaughter
Sid's malt liquor be that when I be loaded off that water
Saw the heavy rollin'
Shotgun and a chevy that's
Strapped up and ready in these niggas wanna get deadly
We can go there, I know there's a place for busta niggas like
But I heard it's 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 the back
Operation: peel-a-cap, you shoulda already had your gats loaded
it ain't no tellin' when we comin'
Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin' with the still

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

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

(swartzaniggaz):
Not quite knowin' about nigga?
your metro sections
Then cross reference by streets and dates
And how times niggas' hoes' got raped
Mr. no prints, the reason one runs out of yellow tape
Fuckin' with a half deck, havin' on hush
Smokin' a bowl that I
Open up your when I bust
So suit up, 'cause it's a nigga night
Ain't no tellin' triple 6 gets to shootin' up
Movin' up your death date, a tre-8 special
It's way too late to wrestle, as I nestle the sword
Split your ass like pinata
Loadin' up a rotweiler
Lining up like tyson snortin' powder
Pure dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but I beg to
One wiff of shit and I'm on cloud nine
Nigga, trip if you ain't got no nuts
'cause I mine all buffed and shined
Untouchable when I'm fuckin' full of that nitrate
That's I bust on nineteen times and up
I'm nuts, goin' out my mind
Few, no luck, you fucked for life, for sho'
Get ass up on the floor
Tryin' to catch me at 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 the hoe hate
my dick inside in the o-8
Must of the way the clip mate with the .45
No body, no
the meat, can't wait to eat
Keep the street dirty, keep in your face

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