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

Lil Kim

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

Lil Caesar

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

1: Lil Caesar

Easy livin, bitches givin pussy it's free
My GS3 gleams
Lil Cae's get flour like the
and Lexus' flexed with the M-A-F-I-A
Blunts my day
to Friday stay-be baby
plus stylus, sippin on Berry's
My be rich by sixteen
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 past shit
Big fuck your bitch
Uhh uhh, while your nigga take
Uhh Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique

Cheek Del Vec

One two y'all, you know I 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 in the days I did stupid shit
Now I changed, I'm in to and better things
like rockin Cuban change, bitch copped the
Del Vec was set with the Lex and diamond
Pop Moet with my bitch it rain
away the pain, got mad scars on my brain
A little nigga rolled for
Copped ki's across
and a memo from
a kid named Sallio
mad pulito
Coppin 'bout four bricks I called Nino
Meet me at the airport, feds is on the
got caught cos the dumb bitch talked
How you makin? What we're doin, wouldn't live that
How much Moveet cost and my cash stash at?
But the feds still couldn't get
JM I'm still stuntin and

Jamal

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

Verse 3:

Mally G a villian, keep feelin
my trigger finger peelin
ya dome piece with the piece fat
I'll fuck around, black, catch a Mac to ya
Lethal weapon with the leather
Schemin, on whoever I can ejecta
Window, slow sing low
Fuckin with Row Dog you ain't know, aah
Remember this lyricist
Blow the premises out the wit this
killer seen with the shotty
with Junior M.A.F.I.A. rockin ya spot
Cockin the Glock, fifty bust, hit the
This shit murderous
Huh, now do you think that you can 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 rocked
in the realms of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
x2*
One two y'all, uhh uhh uhh

Verse 4:

I got that rhyme like Sprite got lemon lime
Carradine, keep a hand 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 this shit, niggas still engaged
Turn to 360 waves
How this 12 feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n'
dippin with L in the green beamer
zimas on our way to see Katrina
She said she need a freak like me like
Fucked her by mistake she had a twin Regina
I seen her, lights excite all the
Squirtin on curtains, lips, and sheets
Compete, death, ya dead, ya die
Don't fuck with B-I, that!