Luyện nghe bài hát M.e.m.p.h.i.s.

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

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

Dro puffer, come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til skull crack
gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come 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 mine
Da End, the of men embedded inside
The Posse, the Prophet, the Posse, we all

We brutal, the 2 to end the phase
Our mind, in crime reminds, N Laz Dayz
Hypnotize, and blazed another gold
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Clears, evaporate

I got a 357, a tec with a black
A 180 pounds witha fist will bust lips
killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fiend violatin' the business, I wit'

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

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

Picture me, naked face, to in your door
4 niggaz deep, bandannas with black
So, we creep, drop 'cause I'ma hit you nine times
your nine lives, bump up and hypnotize your 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 I love to get it on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bitches think we playin', think this killa a joke
fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully auto's, some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, 'cause I

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

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

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