Luyện nghe bài hát Posse Song

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

Run muhfuckin' mouth, get they muhfuckin' wig
Split, talkin' all that muhfuckin' pussy hoe ass shit
We ain't with none of you hoez
Y'all know who I'm talkin' fuck you bitches
Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these hoes

Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in that white and gin
Here we go again, Project Pat gotta a strap, haters know I rap
Wanna me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark represent this hood
North Memphis, nigga
Make it understand in my ain't no trakeness
Or no and no hoe couldn't break this, you can hate this

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

All ya gotta do is keep that real
Don't be runnin' here hollerin' you got deals
Don't be runnin' 'round here that you'll kill
It cost 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 bitches and
But everytime I turn around you got our name on your

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

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

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

Got some syrup in my cup, got some smoke in my
Got white 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, blow your brains out

Got that south sowed up, got guns loaded up
Fuckin' the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blowed up
It's a hold up, fold up
talk like they tough 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 bring it, go
When I put this tone in yo presto
(Click)

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

Don't you make the wrong move and you'll get 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 trying to a murder frown dawg

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

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

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