Luyện nghe bài hát Mystic Stylez

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

Mafia...

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

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

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

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

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

(Chruncy Black)
Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt
Yo Crunchy Black da deamons has a mean ass stun
I had to buck you off yo mouth with tha weak ass shit
You need to it closed
Trick you get yo wig split
A candle light the demon night is what it to be
Another problem for tha folks on Mysteries
Ya thought I was
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
of demons
[cas a finna]
Rip 'em in trick
a date with my smith & wesson]
Bitch you
Now you cowards waitin' to bite our fuckin'
Rip his
Cut him
Bitch mass up in his town
bout to break ya somethin' off up in that house of torture
Steppin' to Koopsta bitch
[da witch or horror]
da chambers that tame us
They up
To feed off your soul fool be ya anger
Now ya lifes in

(Lord Infamous)
Evil...
Notice the vocalist
rippin' up all of your hoe shit
Approachin Da Scarecrow'll and
Tearin' up wit double edge
thought as they go the lyrical legacy
Let the Lord light up da melody
Every nigga that try to compare the
Triple 6 Mafia to therapy
you walk throught the wilderness
Be quiet Lord Infamous might be out stalkin'
I suggest you watch out for the cultures
Make up The Scarecrow is out ya only for huntin'
thanks to my brother Bill Dunigan
Rest in Peace he taught me bout mean streets
So therefore nigga you dont wanna come deal the mafia
We'll you deep down beneath
The killa black miracle from the bloody pacific
Scarecrow flow to the end of infinity
With the style thats

(Juicy "J")
Deep we creep
yo last breath
Roll up yo
Smoke a blunt of

The juice'll leave ya hoes in terror
And scared of the Mystic Styles of them 3-6
Who eva step up to this then ya doomed
Cruise wit my
Straight through yo fool
Soon I'll you in tha trance
Swearin hearin' evil
Two knifes stuck in my pants
Bustas do not stand a

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

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

Hehe, you dumbass
{Beavis & laughing}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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