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

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

Call a nigga, dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, and get a pack nigga
slangier, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a with me, holla 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 that bullshit, then the bullets bustin'

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

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

And now in 2000 you talkin' the shit
And now in 2000 I'll and I won't miss
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 to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I talk 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 niggaz deep, bandannas with calicos
So, when we creep, drop 'cause hit you nine times
Take your nine lives, bump up and hypnotize mind, blind

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

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

No no, come, and get this bitch, ain't got no time for no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that trick in the
It no way La Chat gon' 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, ain't got no love in my
It ain't no way that I can't handle, that tone in my jaw
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La ain't gone easy

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 them
Take her, break her, to whip funky bitch
Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 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 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 and lock 'em in the expedition
No set a got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire automatic gats

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

I up early Saturday morning
Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it robbers
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 catch my in that thing, on gizold when you see me
You can me, ever rope me, best 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 heard was Killa Kaze

Bitches we playin', think this killa shit a joke
Don't 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 and wicked wizards
And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak
'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why

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

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