Luyện nghe bài hát Who We Be

{Man1:
you think they have any you think they know were coming
{Man2:
people are paranoid they figure somebody's coming
they don't know when
talking}
I don't know my gut they have no idea

{played in background various parts of song}
singing}
yo se yo se
yo se lo que pa' me
yo se yo se
yo se lo que pa' me
I know I
I know you got for me
I I know
I what you got for me
[Prophet Posse: mafia mafia ya]

{Lord
you hit the quick as fuck slipped in the puddle and you fell
I stepped over your shoulders then I rough rocked your
the on the rims are yelling flex are hella rough
I'm coming hit man style and leave pillow filled with slugs
motherfuck watch I then I puff wet you up
the mourners gumming on Coke and Rum doing devil stuff
Kaiser Soze Tear da up Thugs I yell it out loud
Scarecrow I keep ganja flying out my mouth

another war kamikazes drop them bodies the shore
I thought there no more
enemy Three 6 me and Crunchy bomb they
so on the train in the rain waiting for you man
I get ya extracts brain and wash your remains down the drain
so blast my words will hit you harder a gun
six-thousand sounds of funk weighing than a ton
so why would you wanna run mouth and have some anna
your questions all ask about my baby

Black}
there's no cries in my life no games that I wont play
there ain't no hoe up in me nigga bitch get out my way
nigga I rob nigga I steal nigga I put your body in a
Three 6 Mafia the Posse-a
still up trying to kick this shit real

Knicca}
chrome it be's your girly and now its me they want me
rid all my head let suffering take me from this
why I emphasis a white guy can be waiting
Satan he my hand oh lord I hope your listening
on in let me take you on a ride (on a ride)
inside I fail to (realize)
there is the holding of Koopsta ain't no changing it
I'm dead bolt I'll be before more suffering sets in sets in

J}
there be trouble you see me (when you see me)
call me psychotic or your very closest (closest enemy)
there ain't no cause these Memphis niggas snort p (yeah they snort p)
and drink that motherfucking Hennessey and smoke (smoke weed)
yeah I'm fool that's everlasting like the M-O-B (M-O-B)
and I'm that fool quick to blast if you fuck with me
(if you with me fool)
and if you ask me where I'm from I'll tell you (dope niggas Evergreen)
and if you ask me why I slum its just the look in me (yeah right)

{MC

I'm bumping up in my changer getting high yo from the sounds
and DJ lace the track we blowing up foe trick not down
thinking of lyrics from the past I'm making pay the cost
since we taking any kind of lost I be MC Mack the under boss
with the Killa Klan Kaze ready to ride and do what need to be
(you the business)
the Triple Six and Prophet Posse
leave more heat the fucking sun
I'll be done in a second therefore you act as if we attack em
what's the conclusion from all shit
I really know I guess we'll watch out for it

{DJ
[in Project Pat: P-R-O-P-H-E-T Posse]
[in background: DJ who we be]
arresting you niggas I got head on yall that I'm dead wrong
shoot out before I it some split a nigga fuckin dome
got shit to make your whole battle
yall hoes ain't seen an arrow
from dusk to dawn leaving bodies numb my gun
shoot I'll tell ya I's on that blow Prophet with me hoe
or Tear da Club up Thugs weapons like a GI Joe
walk up to the sissy nigga where nothing can him
now sit back relax and let this 12 inch in

Pat}
automatic gunfire when time to die left you in a coma
fucking off with busters in these streets got you causing
marijuana feels my congregation affiliation
with the wrong click of got annihilation
on your program the man with the master plot
up out the pen once again with the mask and glock
shot you point blank range feeling strange put that ass in
Project got an answer for you bitches Posse closing

{Gangsta
nigga nigga what whatcha whatcha do
your pussy ass crew trying to get a load of Boo
I be the one to the pain bring the rain on a sunny day
smiling in your face mug it with a pistol play
you bitches out to hate me I'm self explanatory
I'll leave you wet like a fat pussy in an
snatch your fucking soul I'm the cold in the winters hoe
mess with me you die you tango with my .44
on some Henn and some V and some P it be in me bitch
smoking on some weed 100% it be bitch
you trying to do I done already did it baby
if you wanna rumble get your ass up don't be a baby
plain as it may be we done talked around each one of your
ask my brother Eric he be witnessing what he seen
but she don't bother no one she be Mrs. Lady claiming
on your ass we'll a test to blast what they talking bout

Pat (DJ Paul)}
P-R-O-P-H-E-T
(Who we be) x8
hoe (haha)

Posse}
mafia mafia ya (*repeat til fade*)