Luyện nghe bài hát Posse Song

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

Run they muhfuckin' mouth, get muhfuckin' wig
Split, talkin' all that muhfuckin' pussy hoe ass nigga
We playin' with none of you hoez
Y'all know who I'm talkin' about you bitches
Project Pat the fuckin' track up for these hoes mayne

Hen-hen-O-Sin a playa sin, mix it in with that white and gin
Here we go again, Project Pat gotta a strap, haters know I rap
shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would this hood
North Memphis, Hollywood
Make it understand in my 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' 'round here deals
Crunchy runnin' 'round tryna get a meal
Why you fakin' a deal, it don't cost nothin' to be

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

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

I used to be with them mayne, I'm still with
You you was with them
How the fuck you hate when you always claimin them?
I think funny 'cause ya'll faggots be still calling my studio
to get back, stay who you with 'cuz I don't need 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 ain't got no 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 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 respect it

Got some syrup in my cup, got smoke in my mouth
Got some white in my nose, got your bitch on the
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 them loaded up
Fuckin' with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya up
It's a up, everybody 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 police nigga, 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 coat, goin' to make a mesto
Leave you in da street wit a bloody Esco
Drankin' on some and we choppin' down that coco
Tryin' to roll some pot in a optimol-doe

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

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

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

This hood shit is crucial just 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 do ya mayne, we gon hurtcha