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

[louieville
Live and direct, straight the projects
Will and hennyville, I'm for the flyest
One stand, out there to match 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 got that ass beatin

[starang
Aiyo, who is that, nigga, big will, that always that
Shit that, your bitch hot
Word up, my man hardcore, always like he never see cash
Tryin to be fast, spillin ashes in the heat
And bitches me, feelin me without touchin me
Aiyo I step off stage, the can't get enough of me
My crew walks out, aiyo turn this war 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 come me
You can find me and henny in the back of a six, with 2
Wit the windows up tinted, them two dicks

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

wondah]
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 you was a couple
Will the skill so ill, it's that's pure
Sick with shit, doctors can't find a cure
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 more niggas face down, then guliani cops do
My crew, he out to you movin that mach 2
I block every pressure point, like 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 dicks they run through
And my m.f.c., they norman 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 makin niggas nerve, you heard
Super blind side, multiply to the
My word is like james, you spit game, I spit flame
And while you playin around, I'm aim
I you information, til I overload ya brain
And body shut down and goin in shock from the pain
come lightning, then the thunder's on, and then come rain

[starang
All the m.f.c.'ites worship the ground I walk on
I bless these mics I talk on
Cats is blinded, for rhymes, ya can't find it
out for what will say, nigga rewind it
This nigga lost me, starang, it's extra flossy
Coolin on the ave, where all my magnum 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 a gun to bust
Make ass forever regret, fuckin wit us

sluggah]
The name henny, weighin in at 150, shorty say he plenty
Couldn't be any one out like henny (God damn right)
You can bet that on life, front your wife
For real, wanna slice, is like lewinski
Given hed to prez and (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 into
in the name of love, so nigga, flame it up
I pain from 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]