Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man separate we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' worldwide mob
Death Row at finest

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

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

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

Boom, once I the room, in the air
All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz
don't wanna see me head on..
Think of all the busters that I had to dead and gone

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

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

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

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

It's Napolean, I get my out of sin
And seein' blood spill ain't
'Cause I it at the beginnin'
A made

How many niggaz fall in ya
Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I in prison
We mash together, plus we get together
Blast whenever knowin' it don't forever

only one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, made men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and
Blow the roof off them groups like [unverified] Raouf [unverified]

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

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

Baby, maybe, that's if I
But I became since the start of this, Edi Amin
July, 7th a few shed eyes
Precious but others gave me they hate, to

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

I ain't count the line, my strap, not
There will be of that
The hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga

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

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

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

Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers
Know the feds trail me, so my alias
lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied me survive several centuries

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

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

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

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

I sell my shit to the fiends, all the scream
Come and see, to see a nigga
The Outlawz, The Don
Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi

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

You know time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young
(Ha, ha, ha, Westside made beotch)

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

We got a bunch of here
They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got
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 they've got guns, they've got weed
I let 'em go
Alright, you can go, I'm sorry