Luyện nghe bài hát Magnum Force

Intro/chorus: all

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

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

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When the weather get free yo I hate the scene, drinkin
V.o., my sufferin through the strugglin
Easin the agony, the misery
Smoke some weed, blank out my momentarily
Calculatin my every motion, coastin
I see the blue and white scopin, approachin
Eyeballin me and my sons, like we the
With the stashed guns, we run, like the last ones
So they can get they rocks off, they glocks off
my blocks off, gangsta nab niggaz bump cops off
Drunk red scotch, got a dead shot
Jamaicans in the dread blow a fed top
Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on lock
Hit the swats with a block off the rooftop
Regulatin, livest motherfuckers on side
Bitches dick ride, soldiers with brick eyes

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

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

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

So when we to bust clips on y'all, niggaz assume
The straight, position when my lead go boom
Embeddin tune, all into your fuckin doom
We through these evil streets steady holdin chrome

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

* "what's" by various bccers *

2x

Throw y'all 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 they fuckin with my magnum force
Cause when we lay a nigga out they and drag him off
May the force be me and if not our fault
For life, fuck y'all
Hehehehe, see
Slogan is made of force be me
Not our
You can't with that? fuck you all
is bon jov'..