Luyện nghe bài hát M.e.m.p.h.i.s.

Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse
that's down to cut some 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, hoes 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 with me, holla at my Luger

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

First crime, we came with Stylez on grime
You slip, I By My Rep don't fuck with 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 another gold
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears,

I got a 357, a tec a black 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 talkin' the same
And now in 2000 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 kick doors

The first one to bust his gun, tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies
I don't talk 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 your
4 niggaz deep, bandannas with calicos
So, when we creep, drop I'ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, bump up and hypnotize 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 that nigga I love to get it on

You half steppin', I got the
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 parts 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 throw that in the ditch
It ain't no way La gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck one

I that bitch without 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 too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, you come, La Chat ain't gone easy

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

Yeah, we can do it your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all
Wanna fight about your 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 pull and 'em in the expedition
No set a got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire automatic gats

How in the fuck can you handle the, damager
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like canisters
points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus, I'll be storin' the cap for you, and be absolute

I woke up Saturday morning
Suddenly 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 for my dividends
And pay a livin', neh nigga, gon' my
Cheese reach the ceiling 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'
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 Klan Kaze

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

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

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

Bitch, nigga, CP nigga
HCP, Camp Posse nigga
What, what, CP nigga
HCP,