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

* originally on "Funkmaster Flex IV"

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

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

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

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

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3]
See I could hit-a hit-a stick-a get a nigga fast
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 shoulda wore a
I stick-a stick-and move, I bruise
I break the fuckin law and I ain't playin you fools
You attitude, now watch me use my tool
I lock and fuckin load and let that motherfucker (Blaow!)

4]
I know this nigga who got 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 vest you still get laid to rest under the grass
I do not give a because you are a officer
I put you in your sir you fuckin wit a slaughterer
Some don't serve protective
bangin' pussy in projects
Some niggas pay him off to sell they dope his set

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[Project
laws, glock in drawers, whip it out and take a taste
You can smell my nuts, while this tome is in yo face
Shove the barrel down your throat, inhale bullets some smoke
I'ma leave these bitches dead, cut a in your head
You get stomped in yo mug, when I shoot, I peel out
Right dat happen I'ma tear yo fuckin grill out
Beat you bitches down 'til you covered in your own
Shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain't no fuckin
And one of y'all wanna get some I got some
Blow they fuckin ass off, double 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 I see you in the street
It's da Project nigga roll, ready to kill a hoe
Put the thang to you head the trigger let it BLOWWW!

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