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 down to cut muthafuckin' heads
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town
And you know what mean bitch
Makin' easy money, hoes is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious

a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack
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, when we on the track
Hit you in the head, with the gat, your skull crack
gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come that bullshit, then the bullets start 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 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, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears,

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

And now in 2000 you talkin' the same
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 gold, and the curls they know kick doors

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

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 lives, bump up and hypnotize 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 that I love to get it on

You half steppin', I got the
Boom, boom, I'm blastin' at your to get you believe that
I love to kill, I 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 time for no
Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just that trick in the ditch
It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, with the shit you done
I got my for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one

I shot that 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 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 easy

Man a bitch'll that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me, ho
The crew stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that 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 gimme the chewin', I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends see how them bitches gon'
See now that's type of shit that get my muh'fuckin' dick hard

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

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

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

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

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 semi's
Hit 'em with hollow auto's, 'cause I despise

Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you
Koop with double clicks and tape and wicked wizards
And I, keepin' busin' in my freak time
'em in that buried unknown, they 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, make it that
Plus, I ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that

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