Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia

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

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

(La Chat)
La Chat, that gat
The other queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp we got 2 bitches...

(Gangsta Boo)
...In the posted up
Eight hundred bottles
Sippin' Cris a glass
drink it out the bottle...

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

(Gangsta Boo)
...The gangsta gangsta
nigga posted up
Fuck you up when I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers
Chat, you got my fuckin'

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

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

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(Lord Imfamous)
How can you relate to
they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' man
Barely makin'
it man, half in
Better as "assed in"
All I want is man
Can't you niggaz
and fuckin' load fool
Break the fuckin' law
no attitude fool
This is what we to do
them bodies in the bag
Put that in the bag
Put that in the bag
go fool, rat tat tat

(Juicy "J")
They call me gigolo
Got that fill
A of a fool
With platinum tips
I'm all you bitches
To beware of the
I'm tellin' all you
To of the lames
I freak baby mama
Put her on the
I got my sucked
I was on the couch
My walked in
He that hoe was stout
I hit it the back
My nigga her mouth

(Project Pat)
By love my nig
Let spill my nig
to kill my nig
If ya my nig
Pat my nig
I facts my nig
Hang macks my nig
Who gats my nig
It's blast or be
Baller in blood
girl up your nose
Ya off that bud
A in the lot
car and no strap
Blew your brains
In partner's lap

(Lord Imfamous)
Choose your
But boy them carefully
of my poisons
Are melodies
I am the
And this is therapy
You can one
So you get a pair of these
Beat, and gagged
off bounty
Place all his
All over
The shit's very
That I in the needle
Prepare you for last trip
To the

(DJ Paul)
I how TV can hurt
And platinum plaques to match
And add twenties and vogues
And Gucci on backs
We got them and Benzes
And all Lexus on lock
The picture gettin' kind of
I see why bitches hot
You hoes is and starvin'
And wanna in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up
And you you could
Y'all wish could get back with us
maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you you was
And get off the
I'm one in the chamber
I'm filled up with anger
And when I see yo hoe 'n'
You knowin' life's in danger
I do a show y'all in the
Hollerin' no kind of
Is that the best way you know
To get attention lil
I how they feel
They feelin' that left out
And we the ones on
So we the ones about
But niggaz keep it your
And one day you'll get a crown
But then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin'
'Cause suckaz... real

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