Luyện nghe bài hát Mystic Stylez

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

Mafia...

(Playa Fly)
Bustaz get so and amazed
Lil' Fly's chance
Memories of out loced out puffed out as them demons dance
Playaz lookin'
Stole our
in me so
Fly can get so
Bustas when I'm on that blow
Enhance my skills to me treal
Treal to kill at will
I kill you
Fly peel you off da map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this
Ummmm, it mystic stylez cause fly sytles so mystic bitch

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

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

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

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

(Chruncy Black)
Mystic Styles in my head as I on a blunt
Yo Crunchy Black da child has a mean ass stun
I had to buck you off runnin' yo mouth tha weak ass shit
You need to it closed
Trick you get yo wig split
A candle light the demon night is 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 back wit that mask and I'm ready to

(Koopsta Knicca)
Now tell me somthing has
of demons
[cas a finna]
Rip 'em in plenty
a date with my smith & wesson]
Bitch you
Now you waitin' to bite our fuckin' style
Rip his
Cut him
Bitch with mass up in his
bout to break ya somethin' off up in that house of torture
Steppin' to Koopsta bitch
[da wicked or horror]
da chambers that tame us
They up
To feed off soul fool be livin' ya anger
Now ya in danger

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

(Juicy "J")
Deep we creep
Take yo last
up yo tombstone
Smoke a of death

The juice'll leave ya fuckin' in terror
And scared of the Styles of them 3-6 devils
Who eva step up to click then ya doomed
wit my harpoon
Straight through yo heart
Soon I'll have you in tha
Swearin hearin' chants
Two stuck down in my pants
Bustas do not stand a

(DJ Paul)
See cold hearted killa like murderer Al Kapone
as thousand mile winds quick to break ya bones
A 19, 95 i cause ya early death
Ya walkin' 6 streets so foo watch ya step
We all about makin' that we gotta stay straight mane
Robbin' and workin' hoes foo it aint no thang
I even got virgins for me in some otha nations
Pimpin' so hard that I got locked for tax evasion
& theves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet
A rusty ass tec make ya hit ya knee
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my balls
By da one in da chamber of da glock I got in my
I got my cap to the
my fuckin' back
My dopes across the street in the grass I'm sweatin the track
Satan
The thug I be my read my file
I be child for a while within' a Mystic Style

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

Butt-Head: Hehe, you
{Beavis & Butt-Head

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

(Playa Fly)
Yea, thiz Lil' Fly up in this
from funkytown hoe

(Gangsta Boo)
Gangsta Boo up in this mu-fucka you know what I'm
these 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, Koopsta Knicca up in this bitch with midevil shit

(DJ Paul)
Yeah, DJ Paul up in muthafucka
Da killaman--prophet in this hoe

(Lord Infamous)
Lord Infamous, Da in this muthafucka
Tha one nigga