Luyện nghe bài hát Magnum Force

Intro/chorus: all

This goes out to my force
When we lay a out they come and drag him off
May the be with me and if not our fault
For life, alla y'all

Yo you can't this (manage this) the bomb scandalous
From here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the shit
But can you get, with the nigga tall sean
Man you shit, all up in pants when the cannon click
Man I flip, on for no apparent reason
Squeezin shots at you heathens, to you from breathin
the cops come he bleedin, I think he need some cpr
See we are the illest out that's on your tv pah
So when you greet me pah, better have your fuckin shit
Your fifth make, nobody move, I think shit fake
You fishcake, whatever the ruck dictate
The shit great, higher than shows by rick lake
You'll lick eight, shots at them who be fuckin with
International irrational got you ruckus bitch
Enough of this, bullshit talkin let's wettin shit
Peep the etiquette of a nigga known for settin shit

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When the weather get free yo I hate the scene, seagulls
V.o., novacainin my sufferin the strugglin
Easin the agony, postponin the
Smoke some weed, out my memory momentarily
Calculatin my every motion, cautious
I see the blue and white scopin, approachin
me and my sons, like we the ones
With the guns, hopin we run, like the last ones
So they can get rocks off, sound they glocks off
Light my blocks off, nab niggaz bump cops off
Drunk red scotch, got a dead shot
in the dread spot'll blow a fed top
Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam
Hit the swats with a cinder off the rooftop
Regulatin, livest motherfuckers on side
dick ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes

Keep on talkin get more than your style rammed up
You see me? don't say shit like panther
You talk too much like and your breath smell like pampers
Get knocked the out by dr. david banner
Dj at the bar be act records got dandruff
Makin scream "oh! oh!" and throw they hands up
You know this man's ruff, so my man could do stand up
So who wanna battle? learn you some manners, God damn ya
You make me sick as cancer, I slam ya
Whole crew of emcees, and your dancer
Half-steppers can't run, panic a tantrum
Teared a new hamstrung, I stick for ransom
? again now got front, I slap cats at random
Deflate egos you too gassed off the mylanta
Take your dough and hoe and dissapear the phantom
Send her pullin her hands up, singin the m.f.c. anthem
Man dem, like samson, shorty and jux
Cause I'm that nigga rock from heltah plus I'm handsome
But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew bananas
Like plantains, any boo-yaa your answer

Aiyyo I'm through this life shit with the only fam I got
My triple r rated niggaz steady blowin up
You think not it's little rock we bust shots at car
And leave you stretched in your like these fake rap stars

shit right here I'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin
All panickin'll get your shit ran up in
I can't stand it when mc's get caught
Have crews abandon from slugs that my cannon send
In this land of sin where they break for the chips
Over jewels and whips pack my and my clips

So when we start to bust clips on y'all, niggaz
The straight, dead position when my go boom
this tune, all into your fuckin doom
We move through these evil streets holdin chrome

My rep niggaz mashin, big up my thugs on ?
Forever gat everytime we see the cops passin
Your team is has-beens, gaspin from the ass
The repz baby, for action, action

* "what's" uttered by bccers *

2x

Throw middle fingers up in the air
Say, "fuck y'all niggaz, we care!"
is bon jov', oh oh
We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh
Niggaz think they fuckin with my force
Cause when we lay a nigga out they and drag him off
May the be with me and if not our fault
For life, alla y'all
Hehehehe, see
Slogan is made of force be me
Not our
You can't with that? fuck you all
is bon jov'..