Luyện nghe bài hát Mystic Stylez

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

Mafia...

(Playa Fly)
Bustaz get so dazed and
Theres Lil' Fly's
Memories of smoked out out puffed out as them demons dance
Playaz lookin'
our style
in me so
Fly can get so
Bustas silent when I'm on that
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 often wonder what to call this shit
Ummmm, call it stylez cause fly sytles so mystic bitch

(MC Mack)
The pimpin' is kickin' with the click that's known as Triple 6
Don't bar no lemon busta niggas we dont 'em
In a trunk is where I 'em
Suckas run they liquor I deliver hollow thangs
Ain't got no feelings when im cluckers busta duck for cover
I with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infared to ya full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar that I'm game
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
Torture filled with corpses in my basement
Feel the of the fuckin' devilition
Three 6 Mafia decending

(Gangsta Boo)
my styles I slit
Yo body
That I will to pieces
No fuckin' to da 5.0 click
No witnesses an...
They only saw da mask of Jason that I had on my
The scandalous is so-so slick that why I got away safe
I blaze da bunt up in da air just to and get high
Da moon is and all I see is 6-6-6 in da sky
The Three 6
tha devils daughter is so wild
you bitches 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 bitches can't get none
Woopin' and dumpin' and stompin' and these bitches wit anamosity
Pimpin' and and cakin' these niggas
Cause these hoes can't wit me
got tha gat
Creepin' up from tha
tone now it's on
Neva a nigga joan
Cause I'm a crazy bitch cuttin' off niggas
Man hoe takin' these niggas keep it rich
Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female they dont about
Suckas be that shit I'm puttin' these funky niggas on da house

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

(Koopsta Knicca)
Now tell me somthing has
of demons
[cas a finna]
Rip 'em in plenty
[for a date with my & wesson]
you living
Now you cowards waitin' to bite our style
Rip his
Cut him
Bitch with up in his town
Niggas to break ya somethin' off up in that house of torture
Steppin' to that Koopsta
[da wicked witch or
Horror da chambers tame us
They up
To feed off soul fool be livin' ya anger
Now ya lifes in

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

(Juicy "J")
Deep when we
Take yo last
up yo tombstone
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 click then ya doomed
wit my harpoon
Straight through yo fool
Soon have you in tha trance
Swearin hearin' chants
Two knifes stuck down in my
Bustas do not a chance

(DJ Paul)
See Im'ma cold hearted like murderer Al Kapone
Strong as thousand mile 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 cheese we gotta stay mane
Robbin' and workin' these hoes foo it aint no
I got virgins servin' for me in some otha nations
Pimpin' so hard that I got locked for some tax
& theves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet
A rusty ass tec 9'll make ya hit ya
I'm tryin to keep blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls
By da one in da chamber of da I got in my draws
I got my cap to the
Watchin' my back
My dopes across the street in the when I'm sweatin the track
Satan
The thug I be my profile my file
I be enemy child for a while within' a Mystic

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

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

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

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

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

(LaChat)
This LaChat up in this mu-fucka 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 this
Da killaman--prophet in this hoe

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