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 down to cut muthafuckin' heads
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean
Makin' easy money, pimpin' is serious bitch
easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga

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

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

crime, we came 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 crime reminds, Crazed N Laz
Hypnotize, and blazed another plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears,

I got a 357, a tec with a clip
A 180 pounds fist that 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 the same shit
And now in 2000 I'll and I won't miss
They is in the air the liquor is still a fill
The is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors

The first one to bust his gun, hollow tips by the ton
Two AK's, and put some to leave this niggaz bodies 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

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

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

You steppin', I got the weapon
Boom, boom, I'm at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I 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 you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck one

I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep 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 ain't easy

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

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

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

How in the can you handle 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 be absolute

I up early Saturday morning
your phone was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a or cop, or is it them robbers
Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my
And pay a livin', neh nigga, gon' my
gon' reach 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, to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Kaze

Bitches we playin', think this killa shit a joke
fuck around 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 some batays, for you miatays
Koop double clicks and duck tape and wicked wizards
And I, perferin' keepin' in my freak time
'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap 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, nigga I slang that

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