Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia

(DJ Paul-Talking)
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the "M"
back in this bitch, nigga. H-C muthafuckin' P. Hypnotyze muthafuckin posse.
And it's goin' down, we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this
We got my La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ Paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.
And it's goin' HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!

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Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!...
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!

(La Chat)
La Chat, with gat
The other of MemphisHypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...

(Gangsta Boo)
...In the club up
Eight dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris a glass
Nigga it out the bottle...

(La Chat)
...Don't be hatin' and
'Cause we gettin' paid and
Ain't no be lyin' till I die
I'm gon' be this...

(Gangsta Boo)
...The bottle-yeah gangsta
Ridin' nigga up
Fuck you bitches up when I come
Lettin' the lugers
Chat, you got my fuckin'

(La Chat)
Yeah I got your back
Buckin' that be hatin'
Blow chest up through their back
(Gangsta Boo)
High as can't you tell
'Cause my eyes are red as
to fuck this nigga
Take his Pimpin' 'till I die
Minds be the label that pay me
Fuck you other rappers shit
You faze me

(La Chat)
So you it from the queens
HCP we be
Fuckin' with my family
gon' have to be whatever...

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(Lord Imfamous)
How can you relate to
Niggaz they be hatin'
Purple tradin' man
Barely makin'
Burn it man, in
Better as "assed in"
All I is money man
Can't you niggaz
Lock and fuckin' load
the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude
This is we came to do
them bodies in the bag
Put dope in the bag
Put that in the bag
go fool, rat tat tat

(Juicy "J")
They call me Juicy
Got hoes that
A statue of a
With them platinum
I'm tellin' all you
To of the game
I'm tellin' all you
To beware of the
I freak your baby
Put her on the
I got my sucked
When I was on the
My nigga in
He said hoe was stout
I hit it the back
My nigga took her

(Project Pat)
By real my nig
Let spill my nig
to kill my nig
If ya my nig
Pat my nig
I facts my nig
Hang with my nig
Who tote my nig
blast or be left
Baller in your
White up your nose
Ya off that bud
A in the lot
car and no strap
Blew gotdamn brains
In your lap

(Lord Imfamous)
your weapons
But boy choose carefully
Each of my
Are deadlier
I am the
And is your therapy
You can one
So you get a pair of these
Beat, and gagged
off bounty
Place all his
All county
The shit's very
I place in the needle
Prepare you for your trip
To the

(DJ Paul)
I how TV can hurt
And plus platinum to match
And add them twenties and
And jackets on backs
We got them Bentlys and
And all them on lock
The picture gettin' kind of
I see why them hot
You is strugglin' and starvin'
And wanna in the hood
cold I'm crankin' up heat
And you you could
Y'all wish could get back with us
Then maybe then you could
Like the you wish you was
And get off the
I'm one in the chamber
Because I'm filled up with
And when I see yo hoe 'n'
You your life's in danger
I do a y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no of shit
Is that the way that you know
To get attention lil
I understand how feel
They that they left out
And we the ones on
So we the talked about
But niggaz keep it best
And one day then get a crown
But until do a hit of coke
And feelin' down
'Cause suckaz... real

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