Luyện nghe bài hát Magnum Force

Intro/chorus: all

This goes out to my magnum
When we lay a nigga out they come and him off
May the force be with me and if not our
For life, fuck y'all

Yo you can't manage this (manage this) the bomb
here to los angeles, ruckus tossin the random shit
But can you get, with the tall sean manuscript
Man you shit, all up in your pants when the click
Man I flip, on niggaz for no apparent
Squeezin shots at you heathens, to stop you breathin
When the cops come he bleedin, I he need some cpr
See we are the illest out that's on your tv pah
So when you greet me pah, better have your fuckin shit
Your fifth make, nobody move, I think your fake
You fishcake, whatever the ruck dictate
The shit great, than shows made by rick lake
lick eight, shots at them niggaz who be fuckin with
International irrational beat got you bitch
Enough of this, bullshit talkin let's start wettin
Peep the etiquette of a nigga that's known for shit

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When the weather get free yo I hate the scene, seagulls
V.o., my sufferin through the strugglin
Easin the agony, the misery
Smoke some weed, blank out my momentarily
Calculatin my every motion, cautious
I see the blue and white scopin, approachin
Eyeballin me and my sons, we the ones
With the stashed guns, we run, like the last ones
So they can get they rocks off, sound they off
Light my blocks off, nab niggaz bump cops off
Drunk from red scotch, got a shot
Jamaicans in the dread blow a fed top
a pig into hamhocks, got it on slam lock
Hit the swats with a block off the rooftop
Regulatin, livest motherfuckers on side
dick ride, stone soldiers with brick eyes

Keep on talkin aight? get more your style rammed up
You see me? don't say shit like panther
You talk too much like and your breath smell like pampers
Get the fuck out by dr. david banner
Dj at the bar be act like records got
Makin niggaz scream "oh! oh!" and they hands up
You know this ruff, so my man ruck could do stand up
So who wanna battle? we'll learn you manners, God damn ya
You make me sick as cancer, I slam ya
crew of emcees, dj's and your dancer
Half-steppers can't run, panic catch a
Teared a new hamstrung, I niggaz for ransom
? now they got front, I slap cats at random
Deflate egos you too gassed off the mylanta
Take your dough and hoe and dissapear like the
her back pullin her hands up, singin the m.f.c. anthem
Man dem, strong like samson, and jux
I'm that nigga rock from heltah skeltah plus I'm handsome
But scrape that, bring handguns, my sorta bananas
plantains, any questions boo-yaa your answer

Aiyyo I'm movin through life shit with the only fam I got
My triple r niggaz steady blowin up spots
You think not it's little we bust shots at your car
And leave you stretched in ride like these fake rap stars

This shit here I'm handlin'll leave your head scramblin
All panickin'll get your shit ran up in
I can't stand it when get caught ramblin
Have crews abandon them slugs that my cannon send
In land of sin where they break fool for the chips
Over jewels and whips pack my tool and my

So when we start to clips on y'all, niggaz assume
The straight, dead position when my lead go
Embeddin this tune, all into fuckin doom
We move these evil streets steady holdin chrome

My rep niggaz stay mashin, big up my on ?
Forever gat snatchin everytime we see the cops
Your team is has-beens, gaspin the ass slashin
The baby, time for action, action

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2x

Throw y'all middle up in the air
Say, "fuck y'all niggaz, we care!"
is bon jov', oh oh
We run up on foes, oh oh oh oh oh
Niggaz think they fuckin with my magnum
Cause when we lay a nigga out come and drag him off
May the force be me and if not our fault
For life, fuck alla
Hehehehe, see
Slogan is made of force be me
Not our
You fuck with that? fuck you all
is bon jov'..