Luyện nghe bài hát Magnum Force

Intro/chorus: all

This goes out to my magnum
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
here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random shit
But can you get, with the tall sean manuscript
Man you shit, all up in your pants when the click
Man I flip, on for no apparent 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 when you greet me pah, better have your fuckin shit
Your fifth make, nobody move, I your shit fake
You fishcake, whatever the fuck dictate
The shit great, higher than shows made by lake
You'll lick eight, at them niggaz who be fuckin with
International irrational beat got you ruckus
Enough of this, talkin let's start wettin shit
Peep the etiquette of a nigga that's known for settin

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

Keep on talkin aight? get more than style rammed up
You see me? don't say shit like pink
You talk too much like run'n'them and breath smell like pampers
Get knocked the out by dr. david banner
Dj at the bar be act records got dandruff
Makin niggaz scream "oh! oh!" and throw 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 make me as cancer, I slam ya
Whole crew of emcees, and your dancer
Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a
a new hamstrung, I stick niggaz for ransom
? again now they got front, I slap at random
Deflate your 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 rock from heltah skeltah plus I'm handsome
But scrape that, bring handguns, my crew sorta
Like plantains, any questions boo-yaa your

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

This shit right I'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin
All that get your shit ran up in
I can't stand it when mc's get 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 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 your fuckin doom
We move through these evil streets steady holdin

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

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2x

Throw y'all 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 we lay a nigga out they come and drag him off
May the force be with me and if not our
For life, fuck alla
Hehehehe, see
Slogan is of force be with me
Not our
You fuck with that? fuck you all
is bon jov'..