Luyện nghe bài hát Magnum Force

Intro/chorus: all

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

Yo you can't manage this (manage this) the bomb
From to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random shit
But can you get, with the nigga tall sean
Man you shit, all up in your pants when the click
Man I flip, on niggaz for no apparent
shots at you heathens, to stop you from breathin
When the come he bleedin, I think he need some cpr
See we are the illest niggaz out that's on tv pah
So when you greet me pah, better have your shit straight
fifth make, nobody move, I think your shit fake
You fishcake, whatever the ruck dictate
The shit great, than shows made by rick lake
You'll lick eight, shots at them who be fuckin with
International irrational beat got you ruckus
Enough of this, bullshit talkin 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., my sufferin through the strugglin
Easin the agony, postponin the
Smoke weed, blank out my memory momentarily
Calculatin my motion, cautious 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 ones
So they can get they rocks off, sound they off
Light my off, gangsta nab niggaz bump cops off
Drunk from red scotch, got a dead
Jamaicans in the dread spot'll a fed top
Chop a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam
Hit the swats a cinder block off the rooftop
Regulatin, livest on this side
Bitches ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes

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

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

This shit right I'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin
All that panickin'll get shit ran up in
I stand it when mc's get caught ramblin
Have crews abandon them slugs that my cannon send
In this of sin where they break fool for the chips
Over jewels and pack my tool and my clips

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

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

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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 think they fuckin with my force
when we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off
May the force be 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'..