Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' mob figures
Death Row at finest

M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life made niggaz
We comin' these niggaz, worldwide
Feel me, the Don

My life in exchange for yours, born as a thug
full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love
Ain't nobody me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs
Had the sewn up, 'cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?

World do ya hear me? a risin' star
Fuck the love, niggaz me
Got these niggaz runnin' all from my double, I
we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die

Boom, once I the room, in the air
All you hear is the of doom, niggaz scared
They wanna see me head on..
Think of all the busters I had to leave dead and gone

Call a grave digga, fuckin' with a nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire gettin' quicker
Fuck 'em all let em understand my to get richer
Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made

(Can you me?)
A made nigga
I got a to get richer, take my picture
A nigga

Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to just to eat
My role was killin' niggaz so I know, I would never be weak
They got me sittin' wonderin', my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my crossed them

'Cause I roll with Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a and drug niggaz
Niggaz don't like us because they straight love us
The President told us to leave, 'cause the government don't us

Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin
And blood spill ain't shit
'Cause I it at the beginnin'
A nigga

How many niggaz in ya vision?
Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute I spent in prison
We mash together, plus we get cash
Blast whenever knowin' it last forever

only one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and
Blow the off them groups like [unverified] Rachmel Raouf [unverified]

I can't be touched of the weapons I clutch
And the niggaz I'm under
Is too much
We made

Picture the 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine
Call me a 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen
I began the paper, at those
Who be snatchin', will emerge like crack in the 80's

Baby, maybe, if I slip
But I became official since the of this, Edi Amin
Born July, 7th a few eyes
Precious but gave me they hate, to cherish

But still I made it, a made nigga made by the
for war, my aim is simple and plain
Yeah whether 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain
You'll know my name, Edi Amin

I count the line, my strap, not head
There be none of that
The young hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal
With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a

Til' he and chill, recognize the real dea
l feel, a nigga when I was young and dumb
With a gun but it pays so I'm for fun
And the outcome be the same every time
We all gon' die, get 'cause I'ma get mine

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this shit
Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the
With my of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw
Thug nigga to the

The results of livin' poor, got me on a made level
Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a crazed devil
Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to
Made on ya motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made nigga

Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy killer murder daily
Know the feds trail me, so my alias
Gettin' lessons from in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive several

me in a cage I'll display my rage
Surround the court buildin' with the gage and
They wonder if I'll go I'm finally sentenced
On my to God, beggin' for repentance

I'm convinced, I'm a thug
They got me fiendin' for my cash like a when he dreams of drugs
Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your
Kill your wife and hit the and tell you just who gave the order

Makaveli the Don, I'm gone, I maintain
My army of lunatics that armed
the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga
Outlaw to the grave, a made nigga

Can you me? Come closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
dreams, all I want is the cream

I my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream
and see, to see a made nigga
The Outlawz, The Don
Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean,

Mussolini, M.O.B., I send this out to my on the streets
The motherfuckin, made
All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg
Tha Doggfather, and all his

You what time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Gotti
(Ha, ha, ha, made niggaz beotch)

Uh, sarge, uh
We've got uh Tupac
Uh, Fatal, Hussein
Uh, Kastro,

We got a bunch of here
got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money
They're a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?
Uh, I let 'em go, I repeat, let 'em go

They're niggaz let 'em go
But, but sarge got guns, they've got weed
I let 'em go
Alright, you can go, I'm sorry