Luyện nghe bài hát M.e.m.p.h.i.s.

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

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

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

crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with
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 crime reminds, N Laz Dayz
Hypnotize, and another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears,

I got a 357, a tec a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em gon' get
A violatin' the business, I ain't 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 still a
The grill is still gold, and the they know kick doors

The first one to his gun, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies
I talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, whoa

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

You can this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head
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 believe
I love to kill, I 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 for no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw trick in the ditch
It ain't no way La gon' let it slide, with the shit that you done
I got my piece for I do, to show you who the fuck number one

I shot that without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
It ain't no way that I can't handle, keep that in my jaw
This ain't no crap, I 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 away from me, ho because
The crew can't them vapors
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 and do it right
You can the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about friends see how them bitches gon' start
See now that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard

Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock 'em in the
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
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash
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 phone was ringin' off the
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a or cop, or is it them robbers
Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my
And pay a livin', neh nigga, bother my
Cheese gon' reach the fan

You can catch my in that president thing, on 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 was Killa Klan Kaze

Bitches think we playin', think this killa a joke
fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
Comin' some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, 'cause I

like 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 that buried unknown, they 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, make it that
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, I slang with that

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