Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia

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

(HOOK)
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 dollar
Sippin' Cris a glass
drink it out the bottle...

(La Chat)
...Don't be hatin' and
'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 bitches up when I come
the lugers bust
Chat, you got my back?

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

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

(HOOK 1X)

(Lord Imfamous)
How can you relate to
Niggaz they be this
Purple fuckin' man
makin' dividends
Burn it man, in
Better as "assed in"
All I want is man
Can't you niggaz
Lock and fuckin' fool
Break the fuckin' law
Ain't no attitude
is what we came to do
With bodies in the bag
Put that in the bag
Put money in the bag
go fool, rat tat tat

(Juicy "J")
They call me Juicy
Got hoes fill
A of a fool
them platinum tips
I'm all you bitches
To of the game
I'm tellin' all you
To beware of the
I freak your mama
Put her on the
I got my sucked
I was on the couch
My nigga in
He said that hoe was
I hit it from the
My nigga took her

(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
blast or be left
Baller in your
White up your nose
Ya off that bud
A in the lot
car and no strap
Blew your brains
In your lap

(Lord Imfamous)
Choose your
But boy choose them
of my poisons
Are melodies
I am the
And is your therapy
You can one
So you must get a of these
Beat, bound and
Bump off
all his pieces
All over
The shit's lethal
That I place in the
Prepare you for your trip
To the

(DJ Paul)
I seen how TV can
And plus platinum plaques to
And add twenties and vogues
And jackets on backs
We got them and Benzes
And all them Lexus on
The picture kind of clearer
I see why bitches hot
You hoes is strugglin' and
And wanna in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up
And you you could
Y'all wish y'all could get back us
Then maybe you could shine
the rappers you wish you was
And get off the
I'm one in the chamber
Because I'm filled up with
And I see yo little hoe 'n'
You your life's in danger
I do a show y'all in the
Hollerin' no kind of
Is that the way that you know
To get lil bitch
I understand how they
They that they left out
And we the movin' on
So we the ones talked
But niggaz it your best
And one day then you'll get a
But until then do a hit of
And keep down
suckaz... that's real

(HOOK 1X)