Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia

(DJ Paul-Talking)
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque of the mothafuckin' "M"
back in bitch, nigga. H-C muthafuckin' P. Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do about time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black up. Who we got in this muthafucka
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the of the muthafuckin' "M" town.
And it's goin' down- 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 hundred bottles
Sippin' Cris a glass
Nigga 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 bottle-yeah gangsta
Ridin' nigga up
Fuck you up when I come gunnin'
Lettin' the bust
Chat, you got my fuckin'

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

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

(HOOK 1X)

(Lord Imfamous)
How can you to this
Niggaz they be this
fuckin' tradin' man
Barely dividends
it man, half in
Better as "assed in"
All I is money man
Can't you comprehend?
Lock and fuckin' load
Break the law fool
Ain't no attitude
This is we came to do
With them in the bag
Put dope in the bag
Put that in the bag
go fool, rat tat tat

(Juicy "J")
They me Juicy gigolo
Got hoes fill
A of a fool
them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you
To beware of the
I'm tellin' all you
To beware of the
I your baby mama
Put her on the
I got my sucked
When I was on the
My nigga in
He said that hoe was
I hit it from the
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
Hang with my nig
Who tote my nig
It's blast or be
Baller in blood
girl up your nose
Ya high off bud
A in the lot
car and no strap
Blew your gotdamn
In your lap

(Lord Imfamous)
Choose your
But boy choose them
of my poisons
Are melodies
I am the
And this is your
You can one
So you must get a pair of
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 seen how TV can
And plus platinum to match
And add twenties and vogues
And jackets on backs
We got Bentlys and Benzes
And all Lexus on lock
The picture kind of clearer
I see why them hot
You hoes is strugglin' and
And wanna in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up
And you wish you
Y'all wish y'all get back with us
Then maybe you could shine
Like the rappers you you was
And get off the
I'm one in the chamber
Because I'm up with anger
And I see yo little hoe 'n'
You knowin' your life's in
I do a y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no of shit
Is that the best way you know
To get lil bitch
I how they feel
They that they left out
And we the ones on
So we the ones about
But niggaz keep it best
And one day you'll get a crown
But until then do a hit of
And keep feelin'
suckaz... that's real

(HOOK 1X)