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 force be me and if not our fault
For life, alla y'all

Yo you can't this (manage this) the bomb scandalous
here 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 cannon
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 some 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, move, I think your shit fake
You fishcake, whatever the ruck dictate
The great, higher 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 let's wettin shit
Peep the etiquette of a nigga that's for settin shit

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

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

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

This shit right I'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin
All panickin'll get your shit ran up in
I can't it when mc's get caught ramblin
Have crews abandon them slugs that my cannon send
In this land of sin where 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, dead position when my go boom
Embeddin this tune, all your fuckin doom
We move these evil streets steady holdin chrome

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

* "what's" by various bccers *

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