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. camp muthafuckin posse.
And it's down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin'
Playboy Juice, 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 posted up
hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris a glass
drink it out the bottle...

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

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

(La Chat)
Yeah I got your back
Buckin' bitches that be
Blow their chest up through back
(Gangsta Boo)
High as hell you tell
my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fuck this
Take his money- Pimpin' I die
Hypnotyze Minds be the label pay me
Fuck you rappers talkin' shit
You cannot 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 to this
Niggaz 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' load
the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no fool
is what we came to do
With bodies in the bag
Put dope in the bag
Put that in the bag
go fool, rat tat tat

(Juicy "J")
They call me gigolo
Got hoes fill
A statue of a
With them tips
I'm all you bitches
To of the game
I'm all you niggaz
To beware of the
I freak baby mama
Put her on the
I got my dick
I was on the couch
My nigga in
He that hoe was stout
I hit it from the
My nigga 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 gats my nig
blast or be left
Baller in your
White up your nose
Ya off that bud
A in the lot
car and no strap
Blew your gotdamn
In partner's lap

(Lord Imfamous)
Choose weapons
But boy choose them
Each of my
Are deadlier
I am the
And is your therapy
You can one
So you get a pair of these
Beat, and gagged
off bounty
Place all his
All county
The shit's very
That I place in the
Prepare you for last trip
To the

(DJ Paul)
I how TV can hurt
And plus platinum to match
And add them and vogues
And jackets on backs
We got them and Benzes
And all them Lexus on
The picture kind of clearer
I see why them hot
You is strugglin' and starvin'
And wanna in the hood
It's I'm crankin' 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 when I see yo hoe 'n'
You knowin' life's in danger
I do a y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of
Is that the best way that you
To get lil bitch
I how they feel
They feelin' that left out
And we the movin' on
So we the ones about
But keep it your best
And one day then get a crown
But then do a hit of coke
And keep down
'Cause suckaz... that's

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