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

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

First crime, we 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 crime reminds, Crazed N Laz
Hypnotize, and blazed another plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears,

I got a 357, a tec with a black
A 180 pounds fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they get
A fiend violatin' the business, I wit'

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

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

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

You can believe this, you can believe
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your black
You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all
You believe that nigga I to get it on

You steppin', I got the weapon
Boom, boom, I'm blastin' at your to get you believe that
I love to kill, I the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field,

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

I shot that bitch without causes, got no love in my heart
It no way that I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
ain't no crap, I speak the truth, gotta come too thick 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 for them papers
Get the away from me, ho because
The can't stand them vapors
her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin' shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your armpits

Yeah, we can do it take your and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them gon' start
See now that's that type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' 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
pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats

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

I woke up early morning
Suddenly your phone was 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, gon' my
Cheese gon' the ceiling fan

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

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

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

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