Luyện nghe bài hát Mystic Stylez

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

Mafia...

(Playa Fly)
Bustaz get so dazed and
Theres Lil' Fly's
Memories of smoked out loced out puffed out as them demons
Playaz wild
Stole our
in me so
Fly can get so
Bustas silent when I'm on blow
my skills to make me treal
Treal to kill at will
Will I you
Fly peel you off da map that's all so real
Don't you often wonder what to call this shit
Ummmm, call it mystic stylez 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 we dont love 'em
In a is where I stuff 'em
Suckas run they liquor I deliver nigga hollow
Ain't got no when 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 I'm spittin' game
Niggas underestimate my but mackin' but trippin' sprayin'
Layin' skanky to the canvas and bustas can I man

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

(Gangsta Boo)
With my styles I
Yo bitch
That I will 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 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 doin' you cannot to my mystic style

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

(Chruncy Black)
Styles in my head 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 weak ass
You need to keep it
before you get yo wig split
A light the demon night is what it have to be
problem for tha folks on Unsolved 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 me somthing has emerged
Legions of
a nigga finna]
Rip 'em in trick
[for a date my smith & wesson]
Bitch you
Now you waitin' to bite our fuckin' style
Rip his
Cut him
Bitch with up in his town
Niggas bout to ya somethin' off up in that house of torture
Steppin' to Koopsta bitch
[da wicked witch or
Horror da chambers tame us
They up
To feed off your soul fool be ya anger
Now ya in danger

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

(Juicy "J")
when we creep
Take yo breath
up yo tombstone
Smoke a blunt of

The leave ya fuckin' hoes in terror
And scared of the Mystic Styles of 3-6 devils
Who eva step up to this click ya doomed
Cruise wit my
through yo heart fool
Soon I'll you in tha trance
Swearin evil chants
Two knifes down in my pants
Bustas do not stand a

(DJ Paul)
See cold hearted killa like murderer Al Kapone
Strong as thousand mile winds to break ya bones
A glock 19, 95 i cause ya early
Ya walkin' Triple 6 streets so foo ya step
We all about makin' cheese we gotta stay straight mane
Robbin' and workin' hoes foo it aint no thang
I even got virgins servin' for me in some otha
Pimpin' so that I got locked for some tax evasion
Killas & theves is all I ever had the to meet
A rusty ass tec make 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
my fuckin' back
My dopes across the street in the grass when I'm sweatin the
Satan
The I be my profile read my file
I be enemy child for a while within' a Style

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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