Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia

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

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

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

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

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

(Gangsta Boo)
...The gangsta gangsta
Ridin' nigga up
Fuck you up when I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers
Chat, you got my back?

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

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

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(Lord Imfamous)
How can you to this
they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' man
Barely makin'
Burn it man, 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 bodies in the bag
Put that in the bag
Put money in the bag
go fool, rat tat tat

(Juicy "J")
They me Juicy gigolo
Got hoes fill
A statue of a
With them platinum
I'm all you bitches
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
When I was on the
My walked in
He said hoe was stout
I hit it from the
My nigga took her

(Project Pat)
By real my nig
Let spill my nig
Shoot to my nig
If ya my nig
Pat my nig
I facts my nig
Hang with my nig
Who gats my nig
It's or be left
in your blood
White 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 choose carefully
of my poisons
Are melodies
I am the
And this is your
You can one
So you must get a of these
Beat, bound and
Bump off
Place all his
All over
The shit's lethal
That I place in the
you for your last trip
To the

(DJ Paul)
I how TV can hurt
And platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and
And Gucci on backs
We got them and Benzes
And all Lexus on lock
The gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them hot
You hoes is strugglin' and
And rise in the hood
cold I'm crankin' up heat
And you wish you
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 one in the chamber
Because I'm up with anger
And when I see yo hoe 'n'
You knowin' your in danger
I do a show in the burough
no kind of shit
Is the best way that you know
To get attention lil
I understand how they
They that they left out
And we the movin' on
So we the ones talked
But niggaz keep it best
And one day then get a crown
But until then do a hit of
And keep feelin'
'Cause suckaz... that's

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