Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia

(DJ Paul-Talking)
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque of the mothafuckin' "M"
in this bitch, nigga. H-C muthafuckin' P. Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse.
And goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black up. Who we got in this muthafucka
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy Black
Playboy Juice, muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the "M" town.
And it's goin' down- MINDS HO!

(HOOK)
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!...
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!

(La Chat)
La Chat, with gat
The other of MemphisHypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...

(Gangsta Boo)
...In the posted up
Eight hundred bottles
Sippin' Cris fuck a
Nigga it out the bottle...

(La Chat)
...Don't be and shit
'Cause we gettin' paid and
Ain't no be lyin' till I die
I'm gon' be this...

(Gangsta Boo)
...The bottle-yeah gangsta
nigga posted up
Fuck you bitches up I come gunnin'
the lugers bust
Chat, you got my fuckin'

(La Chat)
Yeah I got fuckin' back
bitches that be hatin'
Blow their chest up through their
(Gangsta Boo)
High as hell you tell
my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fuck this
his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotyze Minds be the that pay me
you other rappers talkin' shit
You faze me

(La Chat)
So you it from the queens
HCP we be
Fuckin' with my family
It's gon' to be whatever...

(HOOK 1X)

(Lord Imfamous)
How can you relate to
Niggaz they be this
fuckin' tradin' man
Barely dividends
it man, half in
Better as "assed in"
All I is money man
you niggaz comprehend?
Lock and fuckin' load
Break the law fool
Ain't no attitude
This is we came to do
With bodies in the bag
Put dope in the bag
Put money in the bag
go fool, rat tat tat

(Juicy "J")
They call me Juicy
Got hoes that
A statue of a
With them tips
I'm tellin' all you
To beware of the
I'm all you niggaz
To of the lames
I freak your baby
Put her on the
I got my dick
I was on the couch
My walked in
He said hoe was stout
I hit it from the
My nigga her mouth

(Project Pat)
By real my nig
Let blood my nig
Shoot to my nig
If ya my nig
Pat my nig
I facts my nig
Hang macks my nig
Who tote my nig
blast or be left
Baller in blood
girl up your nose
Ya off that bud
A in the lot
Your car and no
Blew gotdamn brains
In partner's lap

(Lord Imfamous)
Choose your
But boy them carefully
of my poisons
Are melodies
I am the
And this is therapy
You can one
So you get a pair of these
Beat, and gagged
Bump off
Place all his
All county
The shit's very
That I place in the
Prepare you for your last
To the

(DJ Paul)
I how TV can hurt
And plus platinum plaques to
And add twenties and vogues
And Gucci on backs
We got them and Benzes
And all Lexus on lock
The picture gettin' of clearer
I see why bitches hot
You hoes is strugglin' and
And wanna rise in the
It's cold I'm up heat
And you wish you
Y'all wish y'all could get back us
maybe then you could shine
Like the you wish you was
And get off the
I'm one in the chamber
I'm filled up with anger
And I see yo little hoe 'n'
You knowin' your in danger
I do a y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of
Is that the way that you know
To get attention lil
I understand how they
They feelin' that they out
And we the ones on
So we the ones about
But niggaz keep it your
And one day you'll get a crown
But then do a hit of coke
And keep down
suckaz... that's real

(HOOK 1X)