Luyện nghe bài hát Magnum Force

Intro/chorus: all

This out to my magnum force
we lay a nigga 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 manage (manage this) the bomb scandalous
From here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random
But can you get, with the tall 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 think he need cpr
See we are the illest niggaz out that's on tv pah
So when you greet me pah, better have fuckin shit straight
Your fifth make, nobody move, I think your shit
You fishcake, whatever the fuck dictate
The shit great, higher than shows by rick lake
You'll lick eight, at them niggaz who be fuckin with
International irrational beat got you ruckus
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, drinkin
V.o., novacainin my sufferin the strugglin
Easin the agony, the misery
Smoke some weed, blank out my momentarily
Calculatin my every motion, cautious
I see the blue and white scopin, slowly
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, sound they off
Light my blocks off, gangsta nab niggaz bump off
Drunk from red scotch, got a dead
in the dread spot'll blow a fed top
Chop a pig hamhocks, got it on slam lock
Hit the with a cinder block off the rooftop
Regulatin, livest on this side
dick ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes

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

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

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

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

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

* "what's" uttered by various *

2x

Throw middle fingers up in the air
Say, "fuck niggaz, we don't 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 be with me and if not our fault
For life, alla y'all
Hehehehe, see
Slogan is made of be with me
Not our
You can't fuck with fuck you all
is bon jov'..