Luyện nghe bài hát M.e.m.p.h.i.s.

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

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

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

First crime, we with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded
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 black
A 180 pounds witha fist will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em gon' get
A fiend the business, I ain't wit'

And now in 2000 you the same shit
And now in I'll 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 doors

The first one to bust his gun, hollow tips by the ton
Two AK's, and put drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don't talk this for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters 'em know, whoa

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

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

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

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

I shot that bitch causes, ain't got no love in my heart
It no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La ain't gone easy

Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for papers
Get the fuck away from me, ho
The can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to that funky bitch
Talkin' that shit about this man 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's that type of shit get my muh'fuckin' dick hard

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

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

I woke up early morning
Suddenly your phone was off the charger
to myself, man, is it a bitch 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 that president thing, on when you see me
You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe bleed this evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason, time to get dirty nigga I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze

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

Blastin' like rondo batays, for you miatays
Koop with double clicks and duck tape and wicked
And I, perferin' keepin' in my freak time
Taught 'em in that unknown, they wanna reap why

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

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