Luyện nghe bài hát M.e.m.p.h.i.s. (remix)

Finally, I got all real on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the nigga
And you know what that mean
Makin' easy money, pimpin' is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' is serious nigga

Call a nigga, drug dealer, out on the track nigga
smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slangier, banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a with me, holla at my Luger

Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track
Hit you in the head, the gat, 'til your skull crack
gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets bustin'

crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded
The Posse, the Prophet, the Posse, we all

We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the
Our mind, in crime reminds, Crazed N Laz
Hypnotize, and blazed another plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Clears, evaporate

I got a 357, a tec with a clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will lips
Some killaz on my side, if I 'em they gon' get
A fiend the business, I ain't wit'

And now in 2000 you talkin' the shit
And now in 2000 I'll bust and I miss
They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a
The grill is gold, and the curls they know kick doors

The first one to bust his gun, tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don't talk shit for fun, cock it back and let it go
And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters 'em know, whoa

Picture me, naked face, to kickin' in door
4 niggaz deep, bandannas black calicos
So, when we creep, drop I'ma hit you nine times
Take nine lives, bump up and hypnotize your mind, blind

You can this, you can believe that
And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' head black
You believe I'm strong, you believe I'm all grown
You believe that I love to get it on

You steppin', I got the weapon
Boom, boom, I'm at your mind to get you believe that
I to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga parts in the field, nigga

No no, come, come and get bitch, ain't got no time for no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise, just throw that in the ditch
It ain't no way La Chat gon' let it slide, the shit that you done
I got my piece for what I do, to you who the fuck number one

I that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart
It ain't no way I can't handle, keep that tone in my jaw
This ain't no crap, I speak the truth, come too thick to get me
On one of you hoes, before you come, La Chat ain't easy

Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them
Get the fuck from me, ho because
The can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky
Talkin' that shit about this man you'll get 10 up in your armpits

Yeah, we can do it take your time and do it
You can gimme the chewin', I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight your friends see how them bitches gon' start
See now that's that type of shit get my muh'fuckin' dick hard

Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock 'em in the
No set a niggaz got equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic

How in the fuck can you the, butsa damager
Toss bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus, I'll be the cap for you, and trick be absolute

I up early Saturday morning
Suddenly your phone was off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them
Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my
And pay a livin', neh nigga, bother my
gon' reach the ceiling fan

You can catch my in that thing, on gizold when you see me
You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason, time to get dirty nigga I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Kaze

Bitches think we playin', think this killa a joke
Don't around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
Comin' with fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, 'cause I

Blastin' some rondo batays, for you miatays
with double clicks and duck tape and wicked wizards
And I, perferin' busin' in my freak time
'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why

Give you second thoughts that business, you then finished right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night
And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine it that
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with

Bitch, nigga, CP nigga
HCP, Camp Posse nigga
What, what, it's CP
HCP,