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 to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know that mean bitch
easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, 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 problem with me, at my Luger

Dro puffer, come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, the bullets start bustin'

First crime, we with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't with mine
Da End, the souls of men inside
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 another gold plate
6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

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

And now in 2000 you the same shit
And now in 2000 I'll bust and I miss
They smoke is in the air the 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 drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don't talk this for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, whoa

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

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

You half steppin', I got the
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, and get this bitch, ain't got no time for no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise, 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 for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one

I that bitch 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
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 easy

Man a bitch'll take lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck from me, ho because
The can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to that funky bitch
Talkin' that shit this man you'll get 10 slugs up in your armpits

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

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 to what we pack
Nuclear and fire scorchin' automatic gats

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

I woke up early morning
Suddenly your phone was 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 for my dividends
And pay a livin', neh nigga, gon' my
Cheese reach the ceiling fan

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

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

Blastin' like rondo batays, for you miatays
Koop double clicks and duck tape and wicked wizards
And I, keepin' busin' in my freak time
Taught 'em in buried unknown, they wanna reap why

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

Bitch, nigga, CP nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp nigga
What, what, CP nigga
HCP,