Luyện nghe bài hát Mystic Stylez

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

Mafia...

(Playa Fly)
Bustaz get so and amazed
Theres Lil' chance
Memories of smoked out loced out out as them demons dance
Playaz wild
Stole our
in me so
Fly can get so
Bustas silent I'm on that blow
Enhance my skills to me treal
Treal enough to kill at
I kill you
Fly peel you off da map that's all so real
you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit
Ummmm, call it mystic cause fly sytles so mystic bitch

(MC Mack)
The mack is kickin' with the click that's known as Triple 6
Don't bar no busta niggas we dont love 'em
In a is where I stuff 'em
run they liquor I deliver nigga hollow thangs
Ain't got no feelings when im cluckers busta duck for cover
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 that I'm spittin' game
underestimate my pimpin' but mackin' but trippin' sprayin'
Layin' skanky bitches to the canvas and can I man

(Koopsta Knicca)
Mystic Styles of the ancient
Torture chambers filled with in my basement
the rath of the fuckin' devilition
Three 6 creation decending

(Gangsta Boo)
my styles I slit
Yo body
That I will to pieces
No fuckin' to da 5.0 click
No witnesses 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 bitch is so wild
Whateva you bitches are doin' you cannot compare to my style

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

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

(Koopsta Knicca)
Now tell me somthing has
Legions of
[cas a finna]
Rip 'em in plenty
[for a date with my smith &
Bitch you
Now you cowards waitin' to 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 that 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...
the murderous vocalist
Infamous up all of your hoe shit
Da Scarecrow'll butchure and
Tearin' up wit double edge
Lyrical thought as they go the lyrical
Let the Lord Infamous up da melody
Every that try to compare with the
Triple 6 Mafia to therapy
When you walk throught the
Be very quiet Infamous might be out stalkin'
I you watch out for the voodoo cultures
Make up The Scarecrow is out there ya only for
Special thanks to my brother Dunigan
Rest in Peace he taught me bout these streets
So therefore nigga you dont wanna come deal the mafia
We'll drop you deep down
The killa black miracle from the bloody pacific
Scarecrow will flow to the end of
With the thats mystic

(Juicy "J")
Deep we creep
Take yo breath
Roll up yo
Smoke a of death

The juice'll leave ya fuckin' hoes in
And scared of the Styles of them 3-6 devils
Who eva step up to this click then ya
wit my harpoon
Straight through yo fool
Soon I'll you in tha trance
Swearin hearin' chants
Two knifes stuck down in my
Bustas do not a chance

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

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

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

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

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

(Gangsta Boo)
Gangsta Boo up in mu-fucka you know what I'm sayin'
these satanic verses I'm out hoe

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

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

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

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