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, from the projects
and hennyville, I'm lookin for the flyest
One night stand, out there to match my with
And if good, then I'll see her on the weekend
beepin, my will is slow leakin
Checkin little sis, she just got ass beatin

[starang
Aiyo, who is that, nigga, big will, that kick that
that, make your bitch hot
Word up, my man hardcore, always actin he never see cash
Tryin to be fast, ashes in the heat clash
And bitches bumrushin me, feelin me touchin me
Aiyo I step off stage, the can't get enough of me
My walks out, aiyo turn this war into a talk out
We ain't beggin 'em, yo craig and them, the chalk out
sometimey, try and act like ya grimy
Knowin damn well, ya behind me
You can me and henny in the back of a six, with 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 whip
in my pocket, chicken heads flockin
Niggas stay watchin, stay rockin

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

2x: rock]
It's plain to see, you can't me
I'm wit m.f.c. for ya life
They ask you, did you deed, stuck key
You them m.f.c. for ya life

It's impossible, to the money, who lyric ox you
I leave more niggas down, then 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, with ya keg, and I had a son too
Strap up, 'cause you don't know how dicks they broads run through
And my m.f.c., look norman serve
Yo pass hennyville real, so I can feel the swerve
And start earnin up words, and pushin on the curb
I start reachin for mics and makin niggas loose nerve, you
Super side, multiply to the third
My word is bond like james, you spit game, I spit
And while you playin around, I'm aim
I feed you information, til I overload ya
And your body shut down and goin in shock from the
First lightning, then the thunder's 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, starang, it's extra flossy
Coolin on the ave, all my magnum force be
If it cost me, a g or two, see you
And wouldn't be you, catch you without a preview
Leave you in the dust a gun to bust
Make ass forever regret, fuckin wit us

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

3x]