Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia

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

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

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

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

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

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

(La Chat)
Yeah I got your back
Buckin' bitches be hatin'
their chest up through their back
(Gangsta Boo)
High as hell you tell
'Cause my are red as fire
'Bout to fuck nigga
his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotyze Minds be the label pay me
Fuck you other rappers shit
You faze me

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

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(Lord Imfamous)
How can you to this
Niggaz they be hatin'
Purple tradin' man
Barely makin'
Burn it man, in
known as "assed in"
All I want is man
you niggaz comprehend?
Lock and fuckin' fool
the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude
is what we came 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 me Juicy gigolo
Got hoes that
A of a fool
With platinum tips
I'm all you bitches
To beware of the
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 nigga in
He said that hoe was
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 spit my nig
Hang macks my nig
Who gats my nig
blast or be left
Baller in your
girl up your nose
Ya off that bud
A in the lot
car and no strap
Blew gotdamn brains
In your lap

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

(DJ Paul)
I how TV can hurt
And platinum plaques to match
And add twenties and vogues
And jackets on backs
We got them Bentlys and
And all Lexus on lock
The picture kind of clearer
I see why them hot
You hoes is strugglin' and
And rise in the hood
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 filled up anger
And when I see yo 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 they
feelin' that they left out
And we the ones on
So we the ones talked
But keep it your best
And one day then you'll get a
But then do a hit of coke
And feelin' down
'Cause suckaz... real

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