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 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
Playboy Juice, muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the 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 queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...

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

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

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

(La Chat)
Yeah I got fuckin' back
Buckin' that be hatin'
Blow their chest up their back
(Gangsta Boo)
as hell can't 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
you other rappers talkin' shit
You faze me

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

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(Lord Imfamous)
How can you relate to
Niggaz they be hatin'
fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin'
it man, half in
Better as "assed in"
All I want is man
Can't you comprehend?
Lock and load 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 money in the bag
go fool, rat tat tat

(Juicy "J")
They call me 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 of the lames
I freak your baby
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 nigga took her

(Project Pat)
By real my nig
Let blood my nig
to kill my nig
If ya my nig
Pat my nig
I facts my nig
Hang macks my nig
Who gats my nig
It's blast or be
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 them carefully
Each of my
Are deadlier
I am the
And is your therapy
You can one
So you must get a pair of
Beat, and gagged
Bump off
all his pieces
All over
The shit's very
That I place in the
Prepare you for your trip
To the

(DJ Paul)
I how TV can hurt
And plus platinum plaques to
And add them and vogues
And jackets on backs
We got Bentlys and Benzes
And all them Lexus on
The gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them hot
You hoes is and starvin'
And wanna in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up
And you wish you
Y'all wish y'all could get back us
maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you 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 kind of
Is that the best way that you
To get lil bitch
I understand how feel
They feelin' that left out
And we the ones on
So we the ones talked
But niggaz it your best
And one day then you'll get a
But then do a hit of coke
And feelin' down
suckaz... that's real

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