Luyện nghe bài hát Posse Song

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

Run they mouth, get they muhfuckin' wig
Split, talkin' all muhfuckin' pussy hoe ass shit nigga
We ain't playin' with none of you
know who I'm talkin' about 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 attack like a shark would represent this
Memphis, nigga Hollywood
Make it understand in my blood ain't no
Or no fakeness and no hoe couldn't break this, you can hate

Dis bitch that bitch, here's the deal
Crunchy runnin' 'round here fakin' deals
Crunchy runnin' here tryna get a meal
Why you fakin' a deal, it cost 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 to be real but it costs when ya kill

I'm 'bout to crash into you like the World Trade
I'm riding Green Escalade, full of grenades
You hoez always that we be some bitches 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 wish you was with
How the fuck you hate them you always claimin them?
I think it's funny 'cause faggots be still calling my studio
Trying to get back, stay who you with 'cuz I need ya hoe

I call up my niggaz we and tossin' with no mercy hoe
We packin' mass case and decoratin' ya with bullet
La Chat I be ready you ain't got no reeds and shit
leaves 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 hate the that we runnin' it
You ain't gotta love it but you gon learn to it bitch

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

Got that south up, got them guns loaded up
Fuckin' the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blowed up
It's a up, everybody 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 police nigga, what we call em' Donnie Brasco
If you want war, you can bring 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 some pot in a fuckin' optimol-doe

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

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

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

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