Luyện nghe bài hát M - Pire Shrikez Back

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

[louieville
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 good, then I'll see her on the weekend
Page beepin, my will is slow
little sis, she just got that ass beatin

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

sluggah]
Yo niggas ain't us from soda poppin
Bob marley spliffs, the fly whip coppin
Money in my pocket, heads flockin
Niggas stay watchin, systems stay

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

2x: rock]
It's to see, you can't change me
I'm wit m.f.c. for ya life
They ask you, did you deed, stuck 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 movin mach 2
I block every pressure point, like I knew kung fu
On my name, with 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., look they serve
Yo pass that hennyville real, so I can 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 you playin around, I'm takin aim
I you information, til I overload ya brain
And body shut down and goin 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, for rhymes, ya can't find it
Lookin out for what will say, nigga 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 without a
Leave you in the dust a gun to bust
Make your ass regret, fuckin wit us

[louieville
The name henny, in at 150, shorty say he packin plenty
be any one out there like henny (God damn right)
You can bet that on life, front your wife
For real, will slice, is like lewinski
Given hed to and vice (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 into blessing
Came in the of love, so nigga, flame it up
I caught from the breakup, yo I had to regain
I'm checkin shorty with the
My one thought of course, bout when she wake up
Six in the morn', I'm chasin paper

3x]