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

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

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

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

First crime, we came with Mystic 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 2 to end the phase
Our mind, in crime reminds, Crazed N Laz
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 on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fiend violatin' the business, I wit'

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

The first one to bust his gun, hollow tips by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to this niggaz bodies numb
I don't talk this shit for fun, it back and let it go
And 6 shots, the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, whoa

me, naked face, to kickin' in your door
4 niggaz deep, bandannas with black
So, when we creep, drop 'cause I'ma hit you times
your nine 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' your black
You I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown
You believe that nigga I to get it on

You steppin', I got the weapon
Boom, boom, I'm blastin' at mind to get you believe that
I to kill, I love the thrill
And I to put a nigga 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 no noise, just throw that 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 bitch 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 speak the truth, gotta come too to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't gone

Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for papers
Get the fuck from me, ho because
The crew can't stand 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's that type of shit get my muh'fuckin' dick hard

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

How in the fuck can you handle the, damager
Toss bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I to shoot
Plus, I'll be storin' the cap for you, and 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 them
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 my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me
You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe bleed this evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason, time to get dirty nigga I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan

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

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

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

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