Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia

(DJ Paul-Talking)
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the "M"
back in bitch, nigga. H-C muthafuckin' P. Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load black trucks up. Who we got in this muthafucka
We got my La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Imfamous, and me
DJ Paul, the king 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, with gat
The queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...

(Gangsta Boo)
...In the posted up
Eight hundred dollar
Sippin' Cris fuck a
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
Ridin' posted up
you bitches up when I come gunnin'
Lettin' the bust
Chat, you got my back?

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

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

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(Lord Imfamous)
How can you to this
Niggaz they be hatin'
Purple fuckin' man
Barely dividends
Burn it man, in
Better as "assed in"
All I is money man
Can't you niggaz
Lock and fuckin' fool
the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude
is what 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 Juicy
Got hoes fill
A statue of a
With them platinum
I'm tellin' all you
To beware of the
I'm all you niggaz
To beware of the
I freak your mama
Put her on the
I got my dick
I was on the couch
My nigga 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
Shoot to 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 high off bud
A in the lot
car and no strap
Blew your brains
In partner's lap

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

(DJ Paul)
I seen how TV can
And plus platinum to match
And add twenties and vogues
And Gucci on backs
We got them Bentlys and
And all them Lexus on
The picture kind of clearer
I see why bitches hot
You is strugglin' 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
the rappers you wish 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 show in the burough
no kind of shit
Is that the best way that you
To get lil bitch
I understand how they
They feelin' they left out
And we the movin' on
So we the ones talked
But keep it your best
And one day then get a crown
But until do a hit of coke
And feelin' down
suckaz... that's real

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