Luyện nghe bài hát Posse Song

Yeah, you know I'm sayin'
I wanna send a special shout out to hypocrites
These fairy informant ass niggaz mayne
You know what I'm sayin', these Donnie Brascos
These fuckin' riders, ol' pussy eatin' bullshit ass niggaz

Run they muhfuckin' mouth, get muhfuckin' wig
Split, talkin' all that muhfuckin' hoe ass shit nigga
We ain't playin' with of you hoez
know who I'm talkin' about fuck you bitches
Project Pat the fuckin' track up for these hoes mayne

Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with white and gin
Here we go again, Pat gotta keep a strap, haters know I rap
Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, me off the map
I like a shark would represent this hood
North Memphis, Hollywood
it understand in my blood ain't no trakeness
Or no fakeness and no hoe couldn't this, you can hate this

Dis bitch that bitch, here's the deal
Crunchy ain't runnin' 'round here deals
Crunchy runnin' 'round tryna get a meal
Why you fakin' a deal, it don't nothin' to be real

All ya gotta do is keep shit real
Don't be 'round here hollerin' you got deals
Don't be 'round here hollerin' that you'll kill
It don't cost nothin' to be but it costs when ya kill

I'm 'bout to crash into you suckaz like the Trade
I'm Green Escalade, full of green grenades
You hoez hollerin' that we be some bitches and shit
But everytime I around you got our name on your shit

I used to be them mayne, I'm still with them
You wish you was them
How the fuck you them when you always claimin them?
I think it's funny 'cause faggots be still calling my studio
to get back, stay who you with 'cuz I don't need ya hoe

I call up my we buckin' and tossin' with no mercy hoe
We packin' case and decoratin' ya with bullet holes
La Chat I be ready you bustaz got no reeds and shit
That leaves me no to grab my glock and go fucka wit

You speak killa but ain't no killa in yo blood boi
The infrared be beamin', I got this scope-a behind door
You niggaz take it you hate the fact that we runnin' it
You ain't gotta love it but you gon learn to respect it

Got syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my mouth
Got white in my nose, got your bitch on the couch
Got her head in my lap, I gotta keep it south
Got a problem with Three 6, gotta blow your out

Got that south sowed up, got guns loaded up
Fuckin' with the Scarecrow, get ya blowed up
It's a hold up, fold up
Niggaz talk they tough but they ain't got no nutts, bitch

I'm a dike in her breasto, coward in his chesto
And this nigga, what we call em' Donnie Brasco
If you bitches want war, you can it, let's go
When I put tone in yo face presto
(Click)

A killa in a black coat, goin' to a mesto
Leave you in da wit a bloody Willie Esco
Drankin' on scotch and we choppin' down that coco
Tryin' to roll some pot in a fuckin'

Don't you the wrong move and you'll get your ass killed dawg
A fake ass but he claimin' that he real dawg
You ain't lie to kick it actin' like you down dawg
Always lookin' lite to wear a murder frown dawg

Don't you get and be gettin' off the pavement dawg
Don't you make me act a fool when somebody hatin' me
Hypnotize Posse got my fuckin' back dawg
Frayser Boy will leave you stankin', pop you that gat dawg

I'm watchin' out for you polices, niggaz tell it
This will rip your head in pieces, I know ya feel it
These lyrics just Mona Lisas 'cuz you can sell it
The posse click like feces, I know ya smell it

This ghetto hood shit is crucial just a murder
You step, whoa, then we shoot ya we quick to ya
You hate us feelings mutual so don't be
The HCP will do ya mayne, we gon