Luyện nghe bài hát Break Da Law 2001 - Project Pat/Three 6 Mafia

* originally appeared on "Funkmaster IV"

Boy, t's about to get real up in here
You got the Break Da Law's up in here for you hoes
6 Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas guard your grills, tuck your chains in your
It's goin - BREAK DA LAW NIGGA!

1 - Da Law - we ain't playin
Break Da Law - we playin
Break Da Law - we playin,
we playin, we ain't playin
Break Da Law - we ain't
Break Da Law - we playin
Da Law - we ain't playin,
we ain't playin, we ain't
Break Da Law - we ain't
Break Da Law - we ain't
Da Law - we ain't playin,
we playin, we ain't playin
Da Law - we ain't playin
Break Da Law - we ain't
Break Da Law - we playin,
we playin, we ain't playin

1]
We ain't playing young
Who the fuck I said we
We 'bout to kill yo' ass and it's already planned
Too bullshit niggas done, been up in my click
But I spit them boys out, they tasting like some shit
I my click, now, is nothin but Memphis best
But I had to delete a lot in the process
Fuck that shit, we them bitches hot
we making them millions and they hairs ain't in the spot

2]
Haters mad on the cause a nigga got it made
rock they fuckin songs but these junkies ain't gettin paid
Slammin doors, hoes, while you lemons in a daze
When I step up in the I be glistenin wit a glaze
I would let you hit this clown but you bitches can't
I would let you hit this FIRE but you bitches smokin
Better catch up yo kind, cause you tip me from your grave
When a nigga you slippin it's that beam in yo' face

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3]
See I could hit-a hit-a stick-a stick-a get a nigga
I'm kicking in some doors, I'm a nigga on his ass
And if he trash, I put him in a bag
A body-fucking-bag, man, I shoulda wore a
I stick-a stick-and move, I body-body
I break the fuckin law and I ain't with you fools
You gotta attitude, now watch me use my
I lock and fuckin load and let that loose (Blaow!)

4]
I this nigga who got punked out after every class
He was a bitch in and now he tote a gun and badge
Put on a and now he think he super bad
Man fuck your vest you get laid to rest under the grass
I do not give a because you are a officer
I put you in your coffin sir you wit a slaughterer
police don't serve protective
They pussy in projects
Some niggas pay him off to sell dope around his set

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[Project
Breakin laws, glock in drawers, whip it out and a taste
You can smell my fuckin nuts, while tome is in yo face
Shove the barrel down throat, inhale bullets like some smoke
I'ma these bitches dead, cut a sunroof in your head
You get stomped in yo mug, when I shoot, then I out
Right dat happen I'ma tear yo fuckin grill out
you bitches down 'til you covered in your own blood
Shoot a couple of rounds my house, ain't no fuckin love
And one of y'all niggaz wanna get I got some
Blow fuckin ass off, double barrel shotgun
Don't be my way bodys stank like moth balls
Swing a iron bat to yo like a golf ball
Ride up on yo ass then I let the sweep
I'm the judge and the jury when I see you in the
da Project nigga roll, ready mane to kill a hoe
Put the to you head squeeze the trigger let it BLOWWW!

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