Luyện nghe bài hát M.a.f.i.a. Land

Yeah, uh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land
Where is everything
The M.A.F.I.A. but never forgets
Let me you

In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land there's one boss and one clan
Yes mans, they surround us like in pans
All 'em wanna be the man right hands wash the left
Loyalty's in this fam
Where initiated ain't no givin' it back
Once you in it like Bennet you'll be lieutenant
Like me the Don Juan, Yvonne
The sweat-a the money gett-a, copin mad

Stevie's all wondering how I got in this
One day Frank was for competition expidition
one, his name is Barry Madanno
Push the phat '96 mission cost ya barizano
I lay gently in the through binoculars he seemed popular
Givincci Cartier coolats
rocks and charms like Bohemians
Sick like lukemians, hairlines

Watch how genuine his gold decline
When Frank the wine, I cocks the nine
peeped it from behind and slipped their clips in quick
One chick named thought she was the shit
Tried to Big Poppa, don't worry
Minutes before I her the blow, blow, blow
a parole the bitch violated
So how you it, coffins or cremated

ain't a day in my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and cry
I to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's me and my niggas, whah
There ain't a day in my life rolls by
That I get high, sit back and won't cry
I to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's me and my niggas, whah

Street murders, thug parasites, we official no gators
Coppin' fire arms dug missles, we leavin' scar tissue
That nigga still aggy about that slut
Mob nigga what, the gang sign up
The nigga chuckles, just the loot
On my belt and cracked his middle nuckles
Damn how could a deal for a couple
Result to such violence and throw our shit off balance

Yet still, pat me down from all angles
Trapped inside this devil's like Bo I had the Jangles
And movin' slow to up on these Mexicans
One cross eyed and hunchbacked, the other must be mixed with
The third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto drops
Long hair, chest for a bag of rocks before this chops
I the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks
The cream in the box, etc., etc., etc. and it don't
I got away with everything, the cash and the

There ain't a day in my that rolls by
That I get high, sit back and won't cry
I to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's me and my niggas, whah
There ain't a day in my that rolls by
I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
I used to roll with tons of bitches
But now just me and my niggas, whah

So now I'm titled mission
My man was
He looked as if there was a aroma in the air
Stinkin', I what this nigga thinkin'
Damn, too little, too pretty, too quiet
The bitch is hired, mob's for life
Diamond with Trife, contracts on your life
We the price, uh
So who the bitch is, but for now I be the mistress

There ain't a day in my that rolls by
I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
I used to hard with tons of bitches
But now it's me and my niggas, whah
ain't a day in my life that rolls by
That I get high, sit back and won't cry
I to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's just me and my niggas,