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
Step in the of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
One two y'all you I rocked 'cha
Step in the of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
One two y'all, you I rocked 'cha
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, bitches givin like it's free
My GS3 perfectly
Lil get flour like the stems
Land's and Lexus' flexed the M-A-F-I-A
make my day
Friday to Friday baby
plus stylus, sippin on iris
My windfall- be by sixteen
in CREAM, fuck a dollar and a dream
Saw her all ho's, dancin a machine, uhh
True bawler, bitch case might her
A shorty but I like my bitches taller
Nastiest, the flashiest, you got past your shit
Big fuck your bitch
Uhh uhh, while nigga take flicks
Uhh yeah M.A.F.I.A. clique

Cheek Del Vec

One two y'all, you know I ya
in the realms of Junior 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 stupid
Now I changed, I'm in to bigger and things
like rockin change, bitch copped the range
Del Vec was set with the Lex and diamond
Pop Moet with my when it rain
Drink away the pain, got mad scars on my
A nigga rolled for dough
Copped across seas
and sent a memo
a Cuban kid named
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 much you What we're doin, wouldn't live that
How Moveet cost and where my cash stash at?
But the feds still couldn't get
JM I'm still stuntin and

Chorus:

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

Verse 3:

G a villian, keep niggas feelin
my trigger finger enhancin
ya dome piece the chrome piece fat
I'll fuck around, black, catch a Mac to ya
weapon with the eighteen leather
Schemin, bustin on whoever I can
Window, think slow low
Fuckin with Row Dog Mall you know, aah
Remember funkabist lyricist
the premises out the frame wit this
killer seen with the shotty
with Junior M.A.F.I.A. rockin ya fuckin
Cockin the Glock, bust, hit the dust
spit shit murderous
Huh, now do you that you can fade Jamal, I fade dem all
and if I have to kill em all, I

Chorus: 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 like Sprite got lemon lime
Dina Carradine, keep a hand in all the
My rhymes somewhat Shakesperian when I'm
to my lawyer at my hearin-en
This day and age my rap is like the
I married this shit, y'all niggas engaged
Turn blowouts to 360
How this 12 feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n'
dippin money L in the green beamer
sippin zimas on our way to see
She she need a freak like me like Adina
Fucked her by mistake she had a twin Regina
I her, lights excite all the freaks
Squirtin on curtains, lips, and sheets
Compete, death, ya dead, ya die
Don't fuck B-I, that's that!