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

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

Call a nigga, dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, 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 come up, we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no
Come with bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'

First crime, we with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep fuck with mine
Da End, the of men embedded inside
The Posse, the Prophet, the Posse, we all

We brutal, the 2 to end the phase
Our mind, in crime reminds, N Laz Dayz
Hypnotize, and blazed another gold
6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

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

And now in 2000 you 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 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 drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don't talk this shit for fun, it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know,

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

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

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

I shot that bitch 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 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 fuck away me, ho because
The crew can't stand vapors
Take her, break her, to whip funky bitch
Talkin' that about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your armpits

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

Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and '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, butsa
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 be absolute

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

You can my in that president 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, to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan

Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a
fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some
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 freak
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, wanna reap why

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

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