Luyện nghe bài hát M.e.m.p.h.i.s. (remix)

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

Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack
Cane slangier, bitch banger, dog bring 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, the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no
Come with that bullshit, then the start bustin'

First crime, we came with Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep fuck with 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 reminds, Crazed N Laz Dayz
Hypnotize, and blazed another plate
Sixty 6, 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

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

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

The first one to bust his gun, hollow come by the ton
Two AK's, and put drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don't this 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 in your door
4 deep, bandannas with black calicos
So, when we creep, 'cause I'ma hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, bump up and hypnotize 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 comin' strong, you believe I'm all
You believe that I love to get it on

You steppin', I got the weapon
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 body in the field, nigga

No no, come, come and get this bitch, got no time 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, the shit that you done
I got my piece for I do, to show 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 ain't no crap, I the truth, gotta come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't easy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blastin' some rondo batays, for you miatays
Koop with 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 nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that

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