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
hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is 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 pack
Cane slangier, bitch banger, dog I'll it to ya
If you got a problem with me, at my Luger

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

crime, we came with Mystic 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 another gold plate
Sixty 6, 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

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

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

The first one to 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 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 kickin' in door
4 niggaz deep, bandannas with black
So, when we creep, 'cause I'ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, bump up and your mind, blind

You can believe this, you can that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head
You I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown
You believe nigga 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 body parts in the field,

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

I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no in my heart
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 too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La ain't gone easy

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

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

Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em of ammunition
sect's, we pull and lock 'em in the expedition
No set a niggaz got guns to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic

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

I woke up Saturday morning
Suddenly your 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, best 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 we playin', think this killa shit a joke
Don't fuck with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some auto's, 'cause I despise

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

Give you second thoughts about that business, you finished right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night
And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine 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,