Luyện nghe bài hát Mystic Stylez

(DJ Paul)
Ah yea
We finna get ready to bump 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
Lil' Fly's chance
Memories of out loced out puffed out as them 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 to kill at will
I kill you
Fly will peel you off da map that's all so
Don't you often wonder what to call this shit
Ummmm, call it mystic stylez cause fly sytles so bitch

(MC Mack)
The mack is kickin' with the click that's known as Triple 6
Don't bar no lemon busta niggas we love 'em
In a trunk is I stuff 'em
Suckas run liquor I deliver nigga hollow thangs
Ain't got no feelings im killin' cluckers busta duck for cover
I come with a chrome can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infared to ya head of lead yawkin' lames
You can by the dollar that 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 Styles of the mutalations
Torture chambers filled corpses in my basement
Feel the of the fuckin' devilition
Three 6 creation decending

(Gangsta Boo)
my styles I slit
Yo body
That I will chop to
No clue to da 5.0 click
No witnesses an...
They only saw da mask of Jason that I had on my
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 moon is full and all I see is in da sky
The 6 Mafia
tha daughter bitch 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 wit tha 9's showin' these bitches they can't get none
and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these bitches wit anamosity
Pimpin' and and cakin' these niggas
Cause hoes can't fuck wit me
got tha gat
Creepin' up from tha
Chrome now it's on
Neva love a nigga
Cause I'm a bitch cuttin' off niggas dicks
Man hoe takin' niggas gotta keep it rich
Bitches be runnin' they mouth about female they dont know about
Suckas be talkin' that I'm puttin' these funky niggas on da house

(Chruncy Black)
Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt
Yo Crunchy da deamons child has a mean ass stun
I had to you off runnin' yo mouth with tha weak ass shit
You need to keep it
Trick before you get yo wig
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
Legions of
a nigga finna]
Rip 'em in plenty
[for a date with my & wesson]
you living
Now you cowards to bite our fuckin' style
Rip his
Cut him
Bitch mass up in his town
Niggas bout to ya somethin' off up in that house of torture
to that Koopsta bitch
[da witch or horror]
Horror da chambers tame us
came up
To feed off your fool be livin' ya anger
Now ya lifes in

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

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

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

(DJ Paul)
See Im'ma cold hearted like murderer Al Kapone
as thousand mile winds quick to break ya bones
A glock 19, 95 i cause ya death
Ya walkin' Triple 6 so foo watch ya step
We all about makin' that cheese we gotta straight mane
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 ass tec 9'll make ya hit ya knee
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my balls
By da one in da chamber of da I got in my draws
I got my cap to the
my fuckin' back
My dopes across the in the grass when I'm sweatin the track
worshipper
The thug I be my read my file
I be enemy child for a within' a Mystic Style

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

Hehe, you dumbass
{Beavis & Butt-Head

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

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

(Gangsta Boo)
Gangsta Boo up in this mu-fucka you know 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 this bitch that midevil shit

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

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