Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia

(DJ Paul-Talking)
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the "M"
back in this bitch, nigga. H-C muthafuckin' P. Hypnotyze camp posse.
And it's goin' down, we always do about 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 it's goin' down- MINDS HO!

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

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

(Gangsta Boo)
...In the club up
Eight hundred dollar
Sippin' Cris fuck a
drink it out the bottle...

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

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

(La Chat)
Yeah I got your fuckin'
Buckin' 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 nigga
Take his Pimpin' 'till I die
Minds be the label that pay me
Fuck you other talkin' shit
You cannot me

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

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(Lord Imfamous)
How can you relate to
Niggaz they be this
fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin'
it man, half in
Better as "assed in"
All I is money man
Can't you comprehend?
Lock and fuckin' fool
the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no fool
This is what we to do
With them in the bag
Put that in the bag
Put that in the bag
go fool, rat tat tat

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

(Project Pat)
By love my nig
Let blood my nig
Shoot to my nig
If ya my nig
Pat my nig
I spit my nig
Hang with my nig
Who tote my nig
It's blast or be
in your blood
White girl up nose
Ya off that bud
A in the lot
Your car and no
your gotdamn brains
In partner's lap

(Lord Imfamous)
your weapons
But boy choose them
of my poisons
Are melodies
I am the
And this is 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 place in the
Prepare you for last trip
To the

(DJ Paul)
I seen how TV can
And plus plaques to match
And add twenties and vogues
And Gucci on backs
We got them and Benzes
And all them Lexus on
The picture kind of clearer
I see why bitches hot
You hoes is strugglin' and
And wanna rise in the
It's cold I'm crankin' up
And you you could
Y'all wish y'all get back with us
Then then you could shine
the rappers you wish you was
And get off the
I'm keepin' one in the
Because I'm up with anger
And I see yo little hoe 'n'
You your life's in danger
I do a show in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of
Is that the best way that you
To get lil bitch
I how they feel
They that they left out
And we the movin' on
So we the ones talked
But niggaz it your best
And one day then get a crown
But then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin'
'Cause suckaz... real

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