Luyện nghe bài hát Posse Song

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

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

Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with that and gin
we go again, Project Pat gotta keep a strap, haters know I rap
Wanna me in my gold teeth, blow 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 break this, you can hate this

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

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

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

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

I call up my niggaz we and tossin' with no mercy hoe
We packin' mass and decoratin' ya with bullet holes
La I be ready you bustaz ain't got no reeds and shit
That me no choice to grab my glock and go fucka wit

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

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

Got that south sowed up, got them loaded up
Fuckin' with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya up
a hold up, everybody fold up
Niggaz talk like they but they ain't got no nutts, bitch

I'm shootin' a dike in her breasto, coward in his
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, to make a mesto
Leave you in da wit a bloody Willie Esco
Drankin' on some and we choppin' down that coco
Tryin' to roll some pot in a fuckin'

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

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

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

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