Luyện nghe bài hát Break Da Law '95

Break da law da law...

(DJ Paul)
Nigga recognize Triple 6 shit
It's so fuckin'
We lay it down
We spray
We gotta ya bitch
Comin' up on my mind
So we gotta drop a
A hatin' nigga or a crooked cop
Run up
If ya
It no thang I put my gun up
to sun up
Still break you manne in M
Tha M
Niggas get buck Non
fuck off and learn the real meanin of a Glock
G touch 'em gotta grab 'em 'cause I think hes bailin
L Lay 'em no remorse come with me to hell
O we be rich when we tell the trick
C Catch ya slippin' so soft do a man quick
K Killas on my payroll I gotta stay
19 If us fear from work there's no to trade
Tha Three 6 real niggas know
in Memphis Tennessee
We to break da law bitch..

Break da law, da law...
Comin up from the back niggas down
Comin comin up from the buckin' niggas down
Comin up from the buckin' niggas down
Cause when you duck we hit you the bat

(DJ Paul)
Pass me tha Glock so I can get
A frown stay on my face 'cause I dont give a fuck
Loced out
And a big coat
14 gold
and a bone around my throat
Glock 19 is tucked nicely down my fruit of the
For them niggas trick it in
Im up them tracks they boom
Shakin' a mothafucka when I lock you down tight
In tha Chevy trunk with nothin' but to dig for yo life
Fool it ain't no you gotta die the devil sent me
Six in yo chest who's
No in me
Tha killas up in my crew they no shit
you better run
We it bitch
No nigga dont
[We roll automatic guns]
up with the hoe shit
Nigga we close shop
[Juice on the do a 9 leavin' you hoes to rott]
Big cam a punk
Malekie a attitude
Smith & in his hand
Blowed tha bitch out his
da law

(Juicy "J")
x4*
Southside Northside Eastside

Get buck Get Buck...