Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia

(DJ Paul-Talking)
Yeah muthafuckaz! The plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "M"
back in 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 trucks up. Who we got in muthafucka
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the "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' Cris a glass
drink 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 gangsta gangsta
Ridin' posted up
Fuck you bitches up I come gunnin'
Lettin' the bust
Chat, you got my fuckin'

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

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

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(Lord Imfamous)
How can you relate to
Niggaz they be hatin'
Purple fuckin' man
makin' dividends
Burn it man, in
known as "assed in"
All I is money man
Can't you niggaz
and fuckin' load fool
Break the law fool
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 gigolo
Got hoes fill
A statue of a
With platinum tips
I'm all you bitches
To beware of the
I'm all you niggaz
To of the lames
I your baby mama
Put her on the
I got my sucked
I was on the couch
My walked in
He said hoe was stout
I hit it the back
My nigga took her

(Project Pat)
By love my nig
Let blood 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 or be left
Baller in blood
White up your nose
Ya off that bud
A in the lot
car and no strap
Blew gotdamn brains
In your 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 must get a pair of
Beat, bound and
Bump off
Place all his
All county
The shit's very
That I place in the
Prepare you for your trip
To the

(DJ Paul)
I seen how TV can
And plus plaques to match
And add twenties and vogues
And Gucci jackets on
We got Bentlys and Benzes
And all them on lock
The picture gettin' kind of
I see why bitches hot
You hoes is and starvin'
And wanna in the hood
It's cold I'm up heat
And you wish you
Y'all wish y'all could get with us
Then then you could shine
Like the rappers you 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 knowin' your in danger
I do a y'all in the burough
no kind of shit
Is the best way that you know
To get lil bitch
I understand how they
They feelin' that left out
And we the movin' on
So we the ones talked
But keep it your best
And one day you'll get a crown
But until do a hit of coke
And keep feelin'
'Cause suckaz... real

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