Luyện nghe bài hát M - Pire Shrikez Back

[intro: starang
For real, y'all, up
Hennyville guzzla, my major blood
I with the muthafuckin leader, big rock
And the first and last general of this m.f.c. shit, 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 from the
Will and hennyville, I'm for the flyest
One stand, out there to match my seats with
And if it's good, then see her on the weekend
Page beepin, my will is slow
Checkin little sis, she just got that ass

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

sluggah]
Yo niggas ain't stoppin us from soda
Bob marley spliffs, with the fly whip
Money in my pocket, chicken heads
Niggas stay watchin, systems rockin

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

2x: rock]
It's plain to see, you can't me
'cause I'm wit m.f.c. for ya
ask you, did you deed, stuck 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, guliani cops do
My crew, he comin out to you that mach 2
I nerve block every pressure point, I knew kung fu
On my name, squattin ya keg, and I had a son too
Strap up, 'cause you don't know how many they broads run through
And my m.f.c., they norman serve
Yo pass that hennyville real, so I can the swerve
And start earnin up words, and whips on the curb
I reachin for mics and makin niggas loose nerve, you heard
blind side, multiply to the third
My is bond like james, you spit game, I spit flame
And while you playin around, I'm aim
I feed you information, til I ya brain
And your body shut down and goin in from the pain
First come lightning, then the thunder's on, and then come

[starang
All the m.f.c.'ites worship the that I walk on
I bless these mics I talk on
Cats is blinded, lookin for rhymes, ya can't it
Lookin out for what say, nigga rewind it
This nigga lost me, knowin starang, it's extra
Coolin on the ave, where all my magnum be
If it me, a g or two, i'mma see you
And wouldn't wanna be you, catch you a preview
Leave you in the dust a gun to bust
your ass forever regret, fuckin wit us

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

3x]