Luyện nghe bài hát Feel My Nature Rize

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

(swartzaniggaz):
I can my nature rise
Starin' at the that I despise
Through evil eyes, style thoughts turn homicides
You gots to die, for tryna and get me
Got some off, but none of hit me
Now on a payback tip, a patched black mask
On the grass with a 50 caliber
Hangin' up over the door of the chev and causin'
Sid's malt liquor be that when I be loaded off that water
Saw the heavy rollin'
Shotgun and a that's stolen
Strapped up and ready in case these niggas get deadly
We can go there, I there's a place for busta niggas like ya'll
But I heard it's pretty down so you niggas better watch your fall
Too late for that 911 call, this murder's already in
Home like asian got me obsessed like a vietnam vet
As I kick the front door, blastin'
And lynch kicked down the
Operation: peel-a-cap, you fools already had your gats loaded
'cause it ain't no tellin' when we
Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin' with the still

'cause real killers make them quick get aways
Spray the whole place and
As quick as we can, we our dirt
Whoever gets hurt, business
So please take this personal
It's just that in my nature
So four now, that's what I've been searchin' for
'cause doin' dirt grows old when it's the old thing
That's why I try to take my murders to the highest
everybody scream, open up some spleens
Still the blood spillin'
It's just a dream that I be havin'
Man, I love

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

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

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