Luyện nghe bài hát Feel My Nature Rize

(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red
Waitin' in your back seat, you by surprise
Situations and circumstances you take them dangerous chances
you in your front seat with your neck slit, then I'm hittin' fences
Now i'ma about the same dirty situation
Shit you hatin', that's why your casket is
Shine your ass up like a triple gold
I'm in your town you better cut like walter payton
Studio man keep tapin', I got that bitch, she
Show your whole family, leave you on your porch hangin'
With a note that's saying: 'sincerely,
Put your hands in your pocket, it up
I demand I my tweed, potent refer, man
Bandstandin' with the cannon
Split my face, muthafucka, gimme scrill
And rolex in your hand, understand?
Yeah, you gots to feel my nature

(swartzaniggaz):
I can feel my rise
Starin' at the marks that I
evil eyes, high style thoughts turn homicides
You to die, for tryna ride and get me
Got some off, but of them hit me
Now on a payback tip, with a patched mask
On the grass a 50 caliber weapon
up over the door of the chev and causin' slaughter
Sid's malt liquor be that motive when I be loaded off water
Saw the heavy rollin'
Shotgun and a chevy stolen
Strapped up and ready in case these niggas get deadly
We can go there, I know a place for busta niggas like ya'll
But I heard it's deep down so you niggas better watch your fall
Too for that 911 call, this murder's already in progress
Home invasions like asian got me obsessed like a vet
As I kick through the door, blastin'
And lynch kicked the back
Operation: peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda had your gats loaded
it ain't no tellin' when we comin'
Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin' with the still

'cause real killers make them quick get aways
Spray the place and skirt
As quick as we can, we our dirt
Whoever gets hurt, that's
So please don't take personal
It's just murder's in my nature
So four years now, what I've been searchin' for
doin' dirt grows old when it's the same old thing
That's why I try to my murders to the highest extreme
Make everybody scream, up some spleens
Still the blood spillin'
It's just a little dream I be havin'
Man, I killin'

(brotha lynch):
I got a dick for killin'
villain
Protect wife and your children
Feel my rise

(swartzaniggaz):
Not quite knowin' this nigga?
Check metro sections
Then reference murders by streets and dates
And how many times niggas' hoes' got
Mr. no prints, the reason one time runs out of tape
Fuckin' with a half deck, havin' niggas on
Smokin' a that I re-dust
up your chest when I bust
So suit up, 'cause it's kill a nigga
no tellin' when triple 6 gets to shootin' up
Movin' up your death date, a tre-8 special
It's way too late to wrestle, as I nestle the stoppers
Split your ass open like
up like a rotweiler
Lining up like snortin' cocaine powder
dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but I beg to differ
One of that shit and I'm on cloud nine
Nigga, don't trip if you ain't got no
'cause I brought mine all and shined
Untouchable when I'm fuckin' full of that nitrate
That's when I bust on times and up
'cause I'm nuts, out my mind
Few, there's no luck, you fucked for life, for
Get your ass up on the
to catch me at that lateral, slippin'
By my lonesome, but I'm on some, so who wants
Fresh out the gates, no room to make mistakes
Try to make my tapes, but I the hoe hate
my dick inside in the o-8
Must of been the way the clip mate the .45
No body, no
Taste the meat, wait to eat
Keep the street dirty, keep sturdy in face

(swartzaniggaz):
Ya'll niggas don't wanna my nature rise
'cause I get dirty, shoot up with my clint eastwood
Leave your neighborhood lookin' a ghost town, nigga
You on dangerous grounds
When we come to sac, better have your automatics on loaded
'cause me and my be on the savage, leavin' no prints
Not y'all niggas a inch, 'cause i'ma lynch you
Fry your guts sizziline
your homie reminiscing' about your gangsta lean
Nigga, it no fuckin' with my clique
You can dial 911, but it ain't no
Man, I hope the dear lord you
to this nigga, ain't no one's nuts bigger
Clutch your guts nigga, fuckin' this swartzanigga
'cause I done lost it, taggin' like a pit bull with rabies
Gone off 40 of o.e.
Creepin' up on you, like doin' my p.i.
Lazy eye with lil' blacc
a hard dick for killin'