Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia

(DJ Paul-Talking)
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum bringers of the mothafuckin' "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 to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this muthafucka
We got my La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the "M" town.
And it's goin' HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!

(HOOK)
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!...
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!

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

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

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

(Gangsta Boo)
...The bottle-yeah gangsta
nigga posted up
Fuck you bitches up I come gunnin'
the lugers bust
Chat, you got my back?

(La Chat)
Yeah I got fuckin' back
Buckin' that be hatin'
Blow their up through their back
(Gangsta Boo)
High as hell can't you
my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fuck nigga
Take his money- Pimpin' I die
Hypnotyze be the label that pay me
Fuck you other talkin' shit
You cannot me

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

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

(Juicy "J")
They call me gigolo
Got that fill
A statue of a
With them tips
I'm tellin' all you
To beware of the
I'm all you niggaz
To of the lames
I freak your mama
Put her on the
I got my dick
I was on the couch
My walked in
He said that hoe was
I hit it the back
My took her mouth

(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 tote my nig
blast or be left
Baller in blood
White up your nose
Ya high off bud
A in the lot
Your car and no
your gotdamn brains
In your lap

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

(DJ Paul)
I how TV can hurt
And plus plaques to match
And add them twenties and
And jackets on backs
We got them and Benzes
And all Lexus on lock
The picture kind of clearer
I see why bitches hot
You hoes is and starvin'
And rise in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up
And you wish you
wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe you could shine
Like the rappers you you was
And get off the
I'm keepin' one in the
I'm filled up with anger
And when I see yo hoe 'n'
You knowin' your in danger
I do a y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of
Is that the best way that you
To get attention lil
I understand how they
They feelin' they left out
And we the ones on
So we the ones about
But niggaz it your best
And one day then get a crown
But until then do a hit of
And feelin' down
suckaz... that's real

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