Luyện nghe bài hát M.e.m.p.h.i.s.

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

a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, and get a pack nigga
Cane slangier, bitch banger, dog 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, with the gat, 'til your skull
Blood gushin', rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, 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 souls of men inside
The Posse, the Prophet, the Posse, we all

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

I got a 357, a tec with a black
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust
killaz 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 I'll bust and I 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, hollow come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies
I don't talk this shit for fun, 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 black
So, when we creep, drop I'ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, up and hypnotize your mind, blind

You can this, you can believe that
And I got a baseball 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 half steppin', I got the
Boom, boom, I'm blastin' at your mind to get you that
I to kill, I love 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, throw that trick in the ditch
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 without causes, ain't got no 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 take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me, ho
The crew can't stand them
Take her, break her, to whip funky bitch
Talkin' shit about 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 chewin', I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches start
See now that's type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard

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

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

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

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

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

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

Give you second thoughts about business, you then finished 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, I slang with that

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