Luyện nghe bài hát Magnum Force

Intro/chorus: all

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

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

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

Keep on talkin aight? get more your style rammed up
You see me? don't say like pink 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 this man's ruff, so my man ruck could do stand up
So who wanna battle? we'll learn you some manners, God ya
You niggaz me sick as cancer, I slam ya
Whole crew of emcees, dj's and dancer
Half-steppers run, panic catch a tantrum
Teared a new hamstrung, I stick for ransom
? again now got front, I slap cats at random
your egos you too gassed off the mylanta
Take your dough and hoe and dissapear the phantom
Send her back pullin her hands up, the m.f.c. anthem
Man dem, strong like samson, and jux
Cause I'm that nigga rock from heltah skeltah I'm handsome
But scrape that, handguns, my crew sorta bananas
Like plantains, any questions your answer

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

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

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

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

* "what's" uttered by various *

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 magnum
Cause when we lay a out they come and drag him off
May the force be with me and if not our
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'..