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 black up. Who we got in this muthafucka
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy Black
Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the of the muthafuckin' "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, with gat
The other queen of Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...

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

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

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

(La Chat)
Yeah I got your fuckin'
Buckin' bitches be hatin'
Blow their up through their back
(Gangsta Boo)
High as hell you tell
'Cause my eyes are red as
'Bout to fuck this
Take his Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotyze Minds be the that pay me
Fuck you rappers talkin' shit
You faze me

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

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(Lord Imfamous)
How can you to this
Niggaz be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' man
Barely dividends
it man, half in
Better as "assed in"
All I want is man
Can't you comprehend?
Lock and fuckin' fool
Break the fuckin' law
Ain't no fool
This is we came to do
With bodies in the bag
Put dope in the bag
Put money in the bag
go fool, rat tat tat

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

(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 macks my nig
Who tote my nig
It's or be left
in your blood
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 weapons
But boy choose them
Each of my
Are deadlier
I am the
And this is your
You can one
So you get a pair of these
Beat, and gagged
off bounty
Place all his
All county
The shit's lethal
That I place in the
Prepare you for your last
To the

(DJ Paul)
I seen how TV can
And plus plaques to match
And add twenties and vogues
And Gucci jackets on
We got them and Benzes
And all them Lexus on
The picture gettin' of clearer
I see why bitches hot
You hoes is strugglin' and
And rise in the hood
It's I'm crankin' up heat
And you you could
wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe you could shine
Like the you wish you was
And get off the
I'm keepin' one in the
Because I'm filled up with
And when I see yo hoe 'n'
You knowin' your life's in
I do a y'all in the burough
no kind of shit
Is that the way that you know
To get attention lil
I how they feel
feelin' that they left out
And we the movin' on
So we the ones about
But niggaz keep it best
And one day then get a crown
But until do a hit of coke
And keep feelin'
suckaz... that's real

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