Luyện nghe bài hát Mystic Stylez

(DJ Paul)
Ah yea
We finna get to bump that smoked out loced out part two
stylez 3 6 mafia in da hoe
We do that dat sheeeeeit...

Mafia...

(Playa Fly)
Bustaz get so dazed and
Theres Lil' Fly's
of smoked out loced out puffed out as them demons dance
Playaz lookin'
our style
in me so
Fly can get so
silent when I'm on that blow
Enhance my skills to me treal
Treal enough to kill at
Will I you
Fly peel you off da map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder to call this shit
Ummmm, call it mystic stylez cause fly so mystic bitch

(MC Mack)
The pimpin' mack is kickin' with the that's known as Triple 6
bar no lemon busta niggas we dont love 'em
In a trunk is I stuff 'em
Suckas run they liquor I deliver hollow thangs
Ain't got no feelings when im cluckers busta duck for cover
I come a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infared to ya head full of lead lames
You can betcha by the dollar that I'm game
Niggas underestimate my but mackin' but trippin' sprayin'
skanky bitches to the canvas and bustas can I man

(Koopsta Knicca)
Mystic of the ancient mutalations
chambers filled with corpses in my basement
Feel the of the fuckin' devilition
Three 6 Mafia creation

(Gangsta Boo)
my styles I slit
Yo body
I will chop to pieces
No fuckin' to da 5.0 click
No fuckin' an...
only saw da mask of Jason that I had on my face
The scandalous bitch is so-so that why I got away safe
I blaze da bunt up in da air just to relax and get
Da is full and all I see is 6-6-6 in da sky
The 6 Mafia
tha devils daughter is so wild
Whateva you are doin' you cannot compare to my mystic style

(LaChat)
I'm creepin' up on hoes with the muthafuckin' shotgun
A nigga wit tha 9's showin' these they can't get none
Woopin' and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these wit anamosity
Pimpin' and and cakin' these niggas
Cause hoes can't fuck wit me
got tha gat
Creepin' up tha back
Chrome now it's on
Neva love a nigga
Cause I'm a crazy bitch cuttin' off dicks
Man hoe takin' these niggas gotta keep it
Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female they know about
Suckas be talkin' that I'm puttin' these funky niggas on da house

(Chruncy Black)
Mystic Styles in my head as I on a blunt
Yo Crunchy Black da deamons child has a mean ass
I had to you off runnin' yo mouth with tha weak ass shit
You to keep it closed
Trick before you get yo wig
A light the demon night is what it have to be
problem for tha folks on Unsolved Mysteries
Ya I was dead
Naw I just faked on yo ass
And now I'm wit that mask and I'm ready to blast

(Koopsta Knicca)
Now tell me has emerged
Legions of
a nigga finna]
Rip 'em in trick
[for a with my smith & wesson]
you living
Now you cowards to bite our fuckin' style
Rip his
Cut him
Bitch with mass up in his
Niggas bout to break ya somethin' off up in that of torture
Steppin' to Koopsta bitch
[da wicked or horror]
Horror da chambers that us
came up
To off your soul fool be livin' ya anger
Now ya lifes in

(Lord Infamous)
Evil...
Notice the murderous
rippin' up all of your hoe shit
Approachin Da Scarecrow'll and
Tearin' up wit double edge
Lyrical thought as go the lyrical legacy
Let the Infamous light up da melody
Every nigga try to compare with the
Triple 6 Mafia walkin' to
you walk throught the wilderness
Be very quiet Infamous might be out stalkin'
I you watch out for the voodoo cultures
Make up The is out there ya only for huntin'
Special thanks to my brother Bill
Rest in Peace he taught me bout these streets
So therefore nigga you dont wanna come deal with the
drop you deep down beneath
The killa imperial black miracle the bloody pacific
Scarecrow will to the end of infinity
With the thats mystic

(Juicy "J")
Deep we creep
Take yo last
Roll up yo
a blunt of death

The juice'll leave ya fuckin' in terror
And scared of the Mystic Styles of 3-6 devils
Who eva step up to this click ya doomed
Cruise wit my
Straight through yo fool
Soon have you in tha trance
Swearin hearin' evil
Two stuck down in my pants
Bustas do not a chance

(DJ Paul)
See Im'ma cold hearted like murderer Al Kapone
Strong as thousand mile winds quick to ya bones
A glock 19, 95 i ya early death
Ya walkin' Triple 6 streets so foo ya step
We all makin' that cheese we gotta stay straight mane
Robbin' and workin' these hoes foo it no thang
I even got virgins servin' for me in otha nations
Pimpin' so hard I got locked for some tax evasion
Killas & theves is all I ever had the to meet
A ass tec 9'll make ya hit ya knee
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin'
By da one in da chamber of da glock I got in my
I got my cap to the
Watchin' my back
My dopes across the in the grass when I'm sweatin the track
Satan
The thug I be my profile my file
I be enemy for a while within' a Mystic Style

Aww yea like this for da 95'
Just like last
You cant wit us...
Beeeooooooooooootch!

Hehe, you dumbass
{Beavis & Butt-Head

(Juicy "J")
Juicy "J" aka da juice up in this bitch and I'm out

(Playa Fly)
Yea, Lil' Fly up in this mothafucka
Straight funkytown hoe

(Gangsta Boo)
Gangsta Boo up in this you know what I'm sayin'
Kickin' satanic verses I'm out hoe

(LaChat)
This LaChat up in this tellin all these hoes to take they
ana to tha I'm out

(Koopsta Knicca)
Yeah, Knicca up in this bitch with that midevil shit

(DJ Paul)
Yeah, DJ Paul up in muthafucka
Da entertainment in this hoe

(Lord Infamous)
Lord Infamous, Da Scrarecrow in this
Tha mystical one