Luyện nghe bài hát Feel My Nature Rize

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

(swartzaniggaz):
I can feel my rise
at the marks that I despise
Through evil eyes, style thoughts turn homicides
You gots to die, for ride and get me
Got some off, but of them hit me
Now on a payback tip, with a patched black
On the grass with a 50 caliber
Hangin' up the door of the chev and causin' slaughter
Sid's malt liquor be that motive when I be off that water
Saw the situation rollin'
and a chevy that's stolen
Strapped up and ready in case these niggas get deadly
We can go there, I know there's a place for busta niggas like
But I heard it's pretty deep down so you niggas watch your fall
Too late for that 911 call, murder's already in progress
invasions like asian got me obsessed like a vietnam vet
As I through the front door, blastin'
And kicked down the back
peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loaded
'cause it ain't no when we comin'
Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we with the engine still

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

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

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

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