Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

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

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

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

Boom, I enter the room, in the air
All you hear is the whispers of doom, scared
They don't wanna see me on..
Think of all the busters I had to leave dead and gone

Call a 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 motherfuckin' made
I got a to get richer, take my picture
A nigga

Nigga, I was on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat
My role model was killin' niggaz so I know, I would be weak
They got me sittin' wonderin', where my begins
These niggaz my father den my father crossed them

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

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

How niggaz fall in ya vision?
Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in
We together, plus we get cash together
whenever knowin' it don't last forever

It's one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers and get crossed out, never made men
We excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them groups like [unverified] Rachmel [unverified]

I be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch
And the niggaz that I'm
Is too much
We niggaz

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

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

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

I ain't count the line, my strap, not
will be none of that
The young hog, K-Dog playin', Immortal combat
With the skill, they cannot beat me a nigga

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

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

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

Ha, ha, ha me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily
the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli
Gettin' from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive centuries

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

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

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

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

I sell my 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 out to my niggaz on the streets
The motherfuckin, made
All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his

You know what it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Gotti
(Ha, ha, ha, Westside made beotch)

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

We got a of niggaz here
They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, got money
They're with a lot of black women, what 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 guys can go, I'm