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

* originally on "Funkmaster Flex IV"

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

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

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

2]
Haters mad on the town cause a nigga got it
Wanna they fuckin songs but these junkies ain't gettin paid
Slammin doors, pimpin hoes, while you in a daze
When I up in the club 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 safe
Better catch up with yo kind, cause you tip me from your
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 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 shoulda wore a
I stick-a stick-and move, I bruise
I break the fuckin law and I ain't playin with you
You gotta attitude, now me use my tool
I lock and load and let that motherfucker loose (Blaow!)

4]
I know this 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 laid to rest the grass
I do not give a fuck because you are a
I put you in your coffin sir you fuckin wit a
Some don't serve protective
bangin' pussy in projects
Some niggas pay him off to sell dope around his set

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

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