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

Call a nigga, drug dealer, out on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, and get a pack nigga
Cane slangier, bitch banger, dog I'll 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, 'til your crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no
Come with that bullshit, then the start bustin'

First crime, we came with Mystic on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't 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 reminds, Crazed N Laz Dayz
Hypnotize, and blazed gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Clears, evaporate

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

And now in 2000 you the same shit
And now in 2000 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 know kick doors

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

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

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

You steppin', I got the weapon
Boom, boom, I'm at your 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, got no time for no shit
Got all my boys, make 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 you who the fuck number one

I shot that without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
It no way that I can't handle, keep 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 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 can't stand them
Take her, break her, to whip that bitch
Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your

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 that get my muh'fuckin' dick

Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock 'em in the
No set a niggaz got guns equivalent to what we
Nuclear pistols and scorchin' automatic gats

How in the fuck can you handle the, damager
Toss that bitch over the banaster, 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 phone was 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 for my dividends
And pay a livin', neh nigga, gon' my
Cheese gon' the ceiling fan

You can catch my in that president thing, on 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 gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan

think 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, I despise

like some rondo batays, for you miatays
Koop with double clicks and duck tape and wizards
And I, perferin' keepin' busin' in my freak
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they reap why

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

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