Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia

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

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

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

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

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

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

(La Chat)
Yeah I got your back
Buckin' bitches that be
Blow their chest up through their
(Gangsta Boo)
as hell can't you tell
'Cause my are red as fire
to fuck this nigga
Take his money- 'till I die
Hypnotyze Minds be the 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 bitch
gon' have to be whatever...

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(Lord Imfamous)
How can you relate to
Niggaz be hatin' this
fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin'
Burn it man, in
Better as "assed in"
All I want is man
Can't you niggaz
Lock and load fool
the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no fool
This is we came to do
With bodies in the bag
Put dope in the bag
Put money in the bag
go fool, rat tat tat

(Juicy "J")
They call me gigolo
Got that fill
A of a fool
With them tips
I'm all you bitches
To of the game
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 nigga in
He said that hoe was
I hit it from the
My took her mouth

(Project Pat)
By real my nig
Let spill my nig
to kill my nig
If ya my nig
Pat my nig
I facts 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
Blew gotdamn brains
In your lap

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

(DJ Paul)
I how TV can hurt
And platinum plaques to match
And add them and vogues
And jackets on backs
We got them Bentlys and
And all them Lexus on
The picture gettin' kind of
I see why bitches hot
You hoes is and starvin'
And rise in the hood
It's I'm crankin' up heat
And you wish you
Y'all wish y'all get back with us
Then maybe you could shine
Like the you wish you was
And get off the
I'm keepin' one in the
I'm filled up with anger
And I see yo little hoe 'n'
You your life's in danger
I do a show in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of
Is that the best way you know
To get lil bitch
I how they feel
They feelin' that they out
And we the movin' on
So we the ones talked
But niggaz keep it best
And one day you'll get a crown
But until then do a hit of
And keep feelin'
'Cause suckaz... that's

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