Luyện nghe bài hát Posse Song

Yeah, you what I'm sayin'
I send a special shout out to these hypocrites
These muthafuckin' informant ass niggaz mayne
You know what I'm sayin', these Donnie Brascos
These fuckin' dick riders, ol' pussy eatin' ass niggaz

Run they muhfuckin' mouth, get muhfuckin' wig
Split, all that muhfuckin' pussy hoe ass shit nigga
We ain't playin' with of you hoez
Y'all who I'm talkin' about fuck you bitches
Project Pat light the track up for these hoes mayne

Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with that and gin
Here we go again, Project Pat gotta keep a strap, haters I rap
shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark represent this hood
North Memphis, Hollywood
Make it in my blood ain't no trakeness
Or no and no hoe couldn't break this, you can hate this

Dis that bitch, nigga here's the deal
Crunchy ain't runnin' 'round fakin' deals
Crunchy runnin' 'round here tryna get a
Why you fakin' a deal, it don't cost to be real

All ya gotta do is keep that shit
Don't be 'round here hollerin' you got deals
Don't be 'round here hollerin' that you'll kill
It don't cost nothin' to be real but it when ya kill

I'm to crash into you suckaz like the World Trade
I'm Green Escalade, full of green grenades
You hoez always that we be some bitches and shit
But everytime I turn around you got our name on your

I used to be them mayne, I'm still with them
You wish you was with
How the you hate them when you always claimin them?
I think it's funny 'cause ya'll faggots be still my studio
Trying to get back, stay who you with 'cuz I need ya hoe

I call up my niggaz we buckin' and tossin' no mercy hoe
We mass case and decoratin' ya with bullet holes
La Chat I be ready you bustaz ain't got no reeds and
leaves me no choice to grab my glock and go fucka wit

You speak killa talk but ain't no in yo blood boi
The infrared be beamin', I got this behind your door
You can't take it you hate the fact that we runnin' it
You ain't gotta love it but you gon learn to respect it

Got some syrup in my cup, got smoke in my mouth
Got some white in my nose, got your on the couch
Got her head in my lap, trick I gotta it south
Got a problem with Three 6, blow your brains out

Got that sowed up, got them guns loaded up
with the Scarecrow, that'll get ya blowed up
It's a up, everybody fold up
Niggaz talk they tough but they ain't got no nutts, bitch

I'm shootin' a in her breasto, coward in his chesto
And this police nigga, we call em' Donnie Brasco
If you bitches want war, you can it, let's go
When I put tone in yo face presto
(Click)

A killa in a coat, goin' to make a mesto
Leave you in da street wit a bloody Esco
Drankin' on some scotch and we choppin' that coco
Tryin' to roll some pot in a optimol-doe

Don't you make the wrong move and you'll get ass killed dawg
A fake ass but he claimin' that he real dawg
You ain't lie to kick it actin' like you down dawg
Always lookin' lite trying to wear a murder dawg

Don't you get smacked and be off the pavement dawg
Don't you make me act a fool somebody hatin' me dawg
Camp Posse got my fuckin' back dawg
Frayser Boy will leave you stankin', pop you that gat dawg

I'm out for you polices, niggaz who'll tell it
This union rip your head in pieces, I know ya feel it
These lyrics just like Mona Lisas 'cuz you can it
The posse click tight like feces, I ya smell it

This hood shit is crucial just like a murder
You step, whoa, then we shoot ya we to serve ya
You hate us feelings mutual so don't be
The HCP will do ya mayne, we gon