Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man separate what we
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' worldwide mob
Death Row at it's

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

My life in exchange for yours, born 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 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 motherfuckers is to die

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

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

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

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

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

It's Napolean, I get my out of sin
And seein' spill ain't shit
'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 cash
Blast whenever knowin' it don't last

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

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

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

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

But still I made it, a made made by the game
Made for war, my aim is 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 will be none of
The hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
With the 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 so I'm bustin' 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 rough shit
Rhymes baptize mind while paralyze the public
my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw
Thug nigga to the

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

Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy killer 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 I'll display my rage
Surround the buildin' with the gage and spray
They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally
On my knees to God, beggin' for

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

Makaveli the Don, I'm gone, I maintain
My of lunatics that stay 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?
Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the

I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches
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 niggaz on the
The motherfuckin, made
All my on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his

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

Uh, sarge, uh
got uh Tupac Shakur
Uh, Fatal, Fatal
Uh, Kastro,

We got a bunch of niggaz
They've got in their car, they've got weed, they've got money
They're with a lot of 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, they've got
I let 'em go
Alright, you can go, I'm sorry