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 original Break Da Law's up in for you hoes
Three 6 Mafia, Pat
Weak niggas guard your grills, your 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
Break Da Law - we ain't
Da Law - we ain't playin
Break Da Law - we playin,
we playin, we ain't playin
Break Da Law - we playin
Break Da Law - we ain't
Break Da Law - we playin,
we ain't playin, we ain't
Break Da Law - we playin
Break Da Law - we playin
Break Da Law - we playin,
we playin, we ain't playin

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

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

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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 wore a mask
I stick-a move, I body-body bruise
I break the fuckin law and I ain't playin with you
You attitude, now watch me use my tool
I lock and fuckin load and let that loose (Blaow!)

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

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

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