Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia

(DJ Paul-Talking)
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the "M"
back in this bitch, nigga. H-C P. Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them trucks 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 Paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.
And goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!

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Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!...
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!

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

(Gangsta Boo)
...In the posted up
hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' fuck a glass
drink it out the bottle...

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

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

(La Chat)
I got your fuckin' back
Buckin' bitches that be
Blow their chest up their back
(Gangsta Boo)
as hell can't you tell
'Cause my eyes are red as
'Bout to fuck this
his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotyze be the label that pay me
Fuck you other rappers talkin'
You cannot me

(La Chat)
So you heard it from the
HCP we be
with my family bitch
It's have to be whatever...

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(Lord Imfamous)
How can you to this
Niggaz they be hatin'
Purple fuckin' man
makin' dividends
Burn it man, in
Better as "assed in"
All I is money man
Can't you niggaz
Lock and load fool
Break the fuckin' law
no attitude fool
This is what we to do
With them in the bag
Put that in the bag
Put money in the bag
go fool, rat tat tat

(Juicy "J")
They call me Juicy
Got hoes that
A of a fool
With platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you
To of the game
I'm tellin' all you
To of the lames
I your baby mama
Put her on the
I got my dick
When I was on the
My walked in
He said hoe was stout
I hit it the back
My took her mouth

(Project Pat)
By real my nig
Let spill my nig
to kill my nig
If ya my nig
Pat my nig
I spit my nig
with macks my nig
Who gats my nig
It's blast or be
Baller in your
White girl up nose
Ya high off bud
A in the lot
Your car and no
Blew gotdamn brains
In your lap

(Lord Imfamous)
Choose your
But boy choose them
Each of my
Are melodies
I am the
And is your therapy
You can one
So you must get a of these
Beat, and gagged
Bump off
all his pieces
All over
The shit's lethal
That I in the needle
you for your last trip
To the

(DJ Paul)
I seen how TV can
And plus platinum to match
And add twenties and vogues
And Gucci jackets on
We got Bentlys and Benzes
And all them on lock
The picture gettin' of clearer
I see why bitches hot
You hoes is and starvin'
And rise in the hood
It's cold I'm up heat
And you you could
wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe then you shine
the rappers you wish you was
And get off the
I'm one in the chamber
Because I'm 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 of shit
Is that the best way that you
To get lil bitch
I understand how feel
feelin' that they left out
And we the movin' on
So we the ones talked
But niggaz keep it your
And one day then you'll get a
But until then do a hit of
And keep feelin'
'Cause suckaz... that's

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