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 some heads
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the nigga
And you know what that mean
Makin' easy money, pimpin' is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' is serious nigga

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

Dro puffer, cheese 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'

First crime, we came with Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't 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 crime reminds, Crazed N Laz
Hypnotize, and blazed another gold
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Clears, evaporate

I got a 357, a tec with a black
A 180 witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em gon' get
A fiend the business, I ain't wit'

And now in 2000 you talkin' the same
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 they know kick doors

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

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

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

No no, come, and get this bitch, ain't got no time 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 piece for what I do, to you who the fuck number one

I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no in my heart
It ain't no way that I 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 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 stand them
Take her, break her, to whip that bitch
Talkin' that shit about this man get 10 slugs 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 bitches gon' start
See now that's that of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard

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

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

I up early Saturday morning
Suddenly your was ringin' off the charger
to myself, man, is it a bitch 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, bother my
gon' reach the ceiling fan

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

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

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

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

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