Luyện nghe bài hát Realms Of Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Lil Kim

Ladies and
you are now of the sounds of The Notorious B.I.G. and the Junior
M.A.F.I.A.
niggas recognise freak bitches fantasise
Aah aah

Chorus: Lil

Uh one two y'all you I rocked 'cha
in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
One two y'all you I rocked 'cha
Step in the realms of M.A.F.I.A.
One two y'all, you know I rocked
in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
One two y'all, uhh, uhh, uhh uhh (Check it out!)

Verse 1: Lil

Easy livin, givin pussy like it's free
My GS3 gleams
Lil Cae's get flour like the
Land's and Lexus' with the M-A-F-I-A
make my day
Friday to stay-be baby
stylus, sippin on Berry's iris
My windfall- be rich by
Swimmin in CREAM, fuck a dollar and a
Saw her knockin all ho's, a machine, uhh
True bawler, case might call her
A shorty but I like my bitches taller
Nastiest, the flashiest, you got bust your shit
Big fuck your bitch
Uhh uhh, while your nigga flicks
Uhh yeah Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Cheek Del Vec

One two y'all, you I rock ya
Step in the realms of M.A.F.I.A.
x2*
One two y'all, uhh uhh uhh

Verse 2: Del Vec

I admit back in the days I did shit
Now I changed, I'm in to and better things
rockin Cuban change, bitch copped the range
Del Vec was set with the Lex and rings
Pop with my bitch when it rain
Drink away the pain, got mad scars on my
A little nigga rolled for
Copped ki's across
and a memo from
a Cuban kid named
selled mad
Coppin 'bout bricks then I called Nino
me at the airport, feds is on the stalk
Almost got caught cos the bitch talked
How you makin? What we're doin, wouldn't live that
How much Moveet and where my cash stash at?
But the still couldn't get nuttin
JM I'm still stuntin and

Chorus:

One two y'all, you we rock ya
Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A.
x2*
One two y'all, you we rock ya, rock ya
Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Verse 3:

Mally G a villian, niggas feelin
my trigger enhancin peelin
ya dome with the chrome piece fat
I'll fuck around, black, a Mac to ya back
Lethal weapon the eighteen leather
Schemin, bustin on I can ejecta
Window, think slow low
Fuckin Row Dog Mall you ain't know, aah
Remember funkabist lyricist
Blow the out the frame wit this
killer seen with the shotty
with Junior M.A.F.I.A. ya fuckin spot
Cockin the Glock, fifty bust, hit the
This spit shit
Huh, now do you that you can fade Jamal, I fade dem all
and if I have to kill em all, I

Notorious B.I.G.

One two y'all, you know I 'cha
Step in the of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
x2*
One two y'all, uhh uhh uhh

Verse 4:

I got that venom rhyme like got lemon lime
Dina Carradine, keep a in all the time
My rhymes somewhat Shakesperian I'm smeer-ien
to kissin my at my hearin-en
This day and age my rap is the plague
I married shit, y'all niggas still engaged
Turn to 360 waves
How 12 gauge feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n'
dippin with money L in the beamer
sippin on our way to see Katrina
She said she need a freak like me Adina
Fucked her by mistake she had a twin Regina
I seen her, excite all the freaks
on curtains, lips, tits and sheets
Compete, death, ya dead, ya die
fuck with B-I, that's that!