Luyện nghe bài hát M.e.m.p.h.i.s.

Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a Posse song
that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the nigga
And you know what mean bitch
Makin' money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Makin' money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga

Call a nigga, dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a nigga
Cane slangier, bitch banger, dog I'll it to ya
If you got a with me, holla at my Luger

Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til skull crack
Blood gushin', rushin', act first, no discussion
with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'

First crime, we came Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with
Da End, the souls of men inside
The Posse, the Prophet, the Posse, we all

We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the
Our mind, in reminds, Crazed N Laz Dayz
Hypnotize, and blazed gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears,

I got a 357, a tec with a clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that bust lips
Some on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fiend violatin' the business, I ain't

And now in 2000 you talkin' the same
And now in 2000 bust and I won't miss
They smoke is in the air the liquor is a fill
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick

The first one to bust his gun, tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz numb
I talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 lettin' 'em know, whoa

me, naked face, to kickin' in your door
4 niggaz deep, bandannas with calicos
So, we creep, drop 'cause I'ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, bump up and your mind, blind

You can this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' head black
You believe I'm comin' strong, you I'm all grown
You believe that I love to get it on

You half steppin', I got the
Boom, boom, I'm blastin' at your to get you believe that
I to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body in the field, nigga

No no, come, come and get this bitch, ain't got no time for no
Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just that trick in the ditch
It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit that you
I got my for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one

I shot that bitch without causes, got no love in my heart
It no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't easy

Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her for them papers
Get the fuck away from me, ho
The crew can't stand vapors
Take her, her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin' that shit this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your armpits

Yeah, we can do it take your and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can you all night
fight about your friends see how them bitches gon' start
See now that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard

Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock 'em in the
No set a niggaz got equivalent to what we pack
pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats

How in the fuck can you the, butsa damager
Toss bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points into battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus, I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be

I woke up early morning
Suddenly phone was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a or cop, or is it them robbers
Got MC of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
And pay a livin', neh nigga, gon' my
Cheese gon' the ceiling fan

You can catch my in president thing, on gizold when you see me
You can joke me, ever me, best believe your bleed this evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason, time to get nigga better I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Klan Kaze

Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a
Don't fuck around HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some auto's, 'cause I despise

like some rondo batays, for you miatays
Koop with clicks and duck tape and wicked wizards
And I, keepin' busin' in my freak time
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they reap why

Give you second thoughts about that business, you then right
Take you to the vault, it in, all night flight
And I'm in a bad mood, make it that
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I with that

Bitch, nigga, it's CP
HCP, Hypnotize Camp nigga
What, what, CP nigga
HCP,