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

* appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV"

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

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

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

2]
Haters mad on the town cause a nigga got it
rock they fuckin songs but these junkies ain't gettin paid
Slammin doors, pimpin hoes, you lemons in a daze
When I step up in the I be glistenin wit a glaze
I would let you hit clown but you bitches can't behave
I would let you hit this FIRE but you smokin safe
Better catch up with yo kind, cause you tip me from grave
When a nigga catch you slippin 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 doors, I'm puttin a nigga on his ass
And if he trash, I put him in a bag
A body-fucking-bag, man, I wore a mask
I stick-and move, I body-body bruise
I break the fuckin law and I ain't playin you fools
You gotta attitude, now watch me use my
I lock and fuckin load and let motherfucker loose (Blaow!)

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

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

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