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

* appeared on "Funkmaster Flex IV"

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

1 - Break Da Law - we playin
Break Da Law - we ain't
Da Law - we ain't 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
Da Law - we ain't playin
Break Da Law - we playin
Break Da Law - we playin,
we ain't playin, we ain't
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 playing young nigga
Who the I said 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 like some
I my click, now, is nothin but Memphis best
But I had to delete a lot clowns in the
Fuck that shit, we them bitches 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 junkies ain't gettin paid
Slammin doors, pimpin hoes, while you in a daze
When I step up in the club I be wit a glaze
I would let you hit clown but you bitches can't behave
I would let you hit this but you bitches smokin safe
Better catch up with yo kind, cause you tip me from 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 puttin a 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 the fuckin law and I ain't playin with you fools
You attitude, now watch me use my tool
I lock and fuckin and let that motherfucker loose (Blaow!)

4]
I know nigga who got punked out after every class
He was a in school 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 fuck you are a officer
I put you in your coffin sir you wit a slaughterer
police don't serve protective
They bangin' 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 nuts, while this tome is in yo face
Shove the barrel down your throat, inhale like some smoke
I'ma leave these bitches dead, cut a sunroof in head
You get stomped in yo mug, when I shoot, I peel out
Right before dat happen tear yo fuckin grill out
Beat you bitches down 'til you in your own blood
Shoot a couple of rounds from my house, ain't no love
And one of y'all niggaz 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 head like a ball
Ride up on yo ass then I let the luga
I'm the judge and the when I see you in the street
It's da Project nigga roll, ready to kill a hoe
Put the thang to you squeeze the trigger let it BLOWWW!

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