Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' mob figures
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 for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin' a lack of gettin' love
Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a of drugs
Had the sewn up, 'cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?

World do ya me? Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love, fear 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
don't wanna see me head on..
Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and

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

(Can you me?)
A motherfuckin' nigga
I got a plot to get richer, take my
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 wonderin', where my life begins
niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them

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

It's Napolean, I get my out of sin
And blood spill ain't shit
'Cause I seen it at the
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

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

I be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch
And the niggaz I'm under
Is just too
We niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of rough shit
Rhymes baptize your mind paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, bodies and silence give it to ya raw
nigga to the core

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

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

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

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

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

Can you feel me? closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the mind of a made niggaI be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
dreams, all I want is the cream

I sell my shit to the fiends, all the 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 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 Tupac
Uh, Fatal, Fatal
Uh, Kastro,

We got a of niggaz 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

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