Luyện nghe bài hát Mystic Stylez

(DJ Paul)
Ah yea
We finna get ready to bump 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
Lil' Fly's chance
Memories of smoked out loced out puffed out as demons dance
lookin' wild
Stole our
in me so
Fly can get so
Bustas silent when I'm on that
Enhance my skills to make me
Treal enough to at will
Will I you
Fly will you off da map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder to call this shit
Ummmm, call it mystic cause fly sytles so mystic bitch

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

(Koopsta Knicca)
Mystic Styles of the ancient
Torture chambers filled corpses in my basement
Feel the of the fuckin' devilition
Three 6 Mafia decending

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

(LaChat)
I'm up on these hoes with the muthafuckin' shotgun
A nigga wit tha 9's these bitches they can't get none
Woopin' and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these wit anamosity
Pimpin' and breakin' and cakin' these
Cause hoes can't fuck wit me
got tha gat
Creepin' up from tha
tone now it's on
Neva a nigga joan
I'm a crazy bitch cuttin' off niggas dicks
Man hoe takin' these niggas gotta it rich
Bitches be runnin' they mouth this female they dont know about
be talkin' that shit I'm puttin' these 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 with tha weak ass
You need to it closed
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 I was dead
Naw instead I faked on yo ass
And now I'm back wit mask and I'm ready to blast

(Koopsta Knicca)
Now me somthing has emerged
Legions of
a nigga finna]
Rip 'em in plenty
[for a date my smith & wesson]
you living
Now you waitin' to bite our fuckin' style
Rip his
Cut him
Bitch with mass up in his
Niggas bout to ya somethin' off up in that house of torture
Steppin' to Koopsta bitch
[da wicked witch or
Horror da chambers that us
They up
To off your soul fool be livin' ya anger
Now ya in danger

(Lord Infamous)
Evil...
Notice the murderous
Infamous rippin' up all of your hoe
Da Scarecrow'll butchure and
Tearin' up niggas wit double
thought as they go the lyrical legacy
Let the Lord Infamous light up da
Every nigga try to compare with the
Triple 6 Mafia walkin' to
When you walk the wilderness
Be quiet Lord Infamous might be out stalkin'
I you watch out for the voodoo cultures
Make up The Scarecrow is out there ya for huntin'
Special thanks to my brother Bill
Rest in Peace he taught me bout mean streets
So therefore nigga you dont wanna deal with the mafia
We'll you deep down beneath
The killa black miracle from the bloody pacific
Scarecrow will to the end of infinity
With the style thats

(Juicy "J")
when we creep
Take yo last
Roll up yo
a blunt of death

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

(DJ Paul)
See Im'ma hearted 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 watch ya
We all about makin' that cheese we gotta stay mane
Robbin' and workin' these hoes foo it aint no
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 pleasure to
A ass tec 9'll make ya hit ya knee
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 fuckin'
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 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 & laughing}

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

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

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

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

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