Luyện nghe bài hát M.e.m.p.h.i.s.

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

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

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

First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on
You slip, I Live By My Rep fuck with mine
Da End, the of men embedded 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 another gold plate
Sixty 6, 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

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

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

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

Picture me, face, to kickin' in your door
4 niggaz deep, with black calicos
So, when we creep, drop 'cause I'ma hit you nine
your nine lives, bump up and hypnotize 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 believe I'm all
You believe that I love to get it on

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

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

I shot that bitch without causes, got no love in my heart
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that 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 lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck from me, ho because
The can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip funky bitch
Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 up in your armpits

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

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

How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa
Toss that over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus, be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute

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

You can catch my in that 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 dirty nigga better pop it
You was for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze

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

Blastin' some rondo batays, for you miatays
Koop with double and duck tape and wicked wizards
And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak
Taught 'em in buried unknown, they wanna 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 slang with

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