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 commander in of all operations, william h.
For life, y'all, up

sluggah]
Live and direct, straight from the
and hennyville, I'm lookin 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
little sis, she just got that ass beatin

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

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

[starang
The m.f.c. for life, in this I do
brownsville, big will'll stay in the trouble
Sorry, my nigga, I didn't mean to burst ya
But I hit bitch, I didn't know you was a couple
Will with the skill so ill, it's that's
Sick with this shit, 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
They ask you, did you deed, your key
You tell m.f.c. for ya life

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 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 broads run through
And my m.f.c., look they norman
Yo pass that hennyville real, so I can the swerve
And start up words, and pushin whips on the curb
I start reachin for mics and niggas loose nerve, you heard
Super blind side, multiply to the
My is bond like james, you spit game, I spit flame
And while you around, I'm takin aim
I feed you information, til I ya brain
And body shut down and goin in shock from the pain
First come lightning, then the thunder's on, and then rain

[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 find it
Lookin out for what will say, nigga it
nigga lost me, knowin 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 wanna be you, catch you without a
Leave you in the without a gun to bust
Make ass forever regret, fuckin wit us

sluggah]
The henny, weighin in at 150, shorty say he packin plenty
be any one out there like henny (God damn right)
You can bet that on your life, front your
For real, will wanna slice, is like
hed to prez and vice (she too nice)
Forever the law for life
M.f.c. life is do what the fuck we (got that 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 of course, bout when she wake up
Six in the morn', still I'm paper

3x]