Luyện nghe bài hát M - Pire Shrikez Back

[intro: wondah]
For real, y'all, up
Hennyville guzzla, my nigga major
I roll with the muthafuckin leader, big
And the first and general of this m.f.c. shit, sean p.
Doc holiday, the
And I am the in chief of all operations, william h.
For life, y'all, up

sluggah]
Live and direct, straight the projects
Will and hennyville, I'm lookin for the
One night stand, out there to my seats with
And if it's good, I'll see her on the weekend
Page beepin, my is slow leakin
Checkin little sis, she just got ass beatin

wondah]
Aiyo, who is that, nigga, big will, that always that
that, make your bitch hot
Word up, my man hardcore, actin like he never see cash
Tryin to be fast, spillin ashes in the heat
And bumrushin me, feelin me without touchin me
I step off stage, the crowd can't get enough of me
My crew walks out, aiyo turn war into a talk out
We beggin 'em, yo craig and them, bring the chalk out
Y'all sometimey, try and act like ya
Knowin well, ya come behind me
You can find me and henny in the back of a six, 2 chicks
Wit the windows up tinted, givin them two

[louieville
Yo ain't stoppin us from soda poppin
Bob marley spliffs, with the fly coppin
Money in my pocket, heads flockin
Niggas watchin, systems stay rockin

[starang
The m.f.c. for life, in this I do
From brownsville, big stay in the trouble
Sorry, my nigga, I didn't mean to burst ya
But I hit that bitch, I know you was a couple
Will with the so ill, it's that's pure
Sick with this shit, doctors can't find a
And on

[chorus 2x:
It's plain to see, you change me
I'm wit m.f.c. for ya life
They ask you, did you deed, your key
You tell them m.f.c. for ya

It's impossible, to the money, who lyric ox you
I leave more niggas face down, then cops do
My crew, he comin out to you movin mach 2
I nerve block every pressure point, like I kung fu
On my name, with ya keg, and I had a son too
Strap up, 'cause you don't know how many dicks they broads run
And my m.f.c., look they serve
Yo that hennyville real, so I can feel the swerve
And start earnin up words, and pushin on the curb
I start reachin for mics and niggas loose nerve, you heard
Super blind side, multiply to the
My word is bond like james, you spit game, I spit
And while you around, I'm takin aim
I you information, til I overload ya brain
And your body shut down and in shock from the pain
First come lightning, then the on, and then come rain

[starang
All the m.f.c.'ites worship the ground that I on
I bless these mics I talk on
Cats is blinded, lookin for rhymes, ya find it
Lookin out for what will say, rewind it
This nigga lost me, knowin starang, it's extra
on the ave, where all my magnum force be
If it cost me, a g or two, see you
And wouldn't wanna be you, catch you without a
Leave you in the dust without a gun to
Make ass forever regret, fuckin wit us

sluggah]
The name henny, in at 150, shorty say he packin plenty
Couldn't be any one out there like (God damn right)
You can bet that on your life, front your
For real, will wanna slice, is like
Given hed to and vice (she too nice)
Forever twist the law for
M.f.c. life is do what the fuck we want (got right)
And bob mar' swab, droppin bloodshed into
Came in the of love, so nigga, flame it up
I caught pain the breakup, yo I had to regain
I'm checkin with the make-up
My number one thought of course, bout when she up
Six in the morn', I'm chasin paper

3x]