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' motherfuckin' made niggaz
We comin' these niggaz, worldwide
Feel me, the Don

My in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin' from a lack of 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?

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

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

Call a grave digga, fuckin' with a 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 made nigga
I got a plot to get richer, my picture
A made

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

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

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

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

It's one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, made men
We find to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off groups like [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' to imagine
Call me a 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen
I began the paper, stackin' at
Who be paper snatchin', will emerge like crack in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lock me in a cage display my rage
the court buildin' with the gage and spray
They wonder if 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
Diss Kidada and 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 armed
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 mind of a made niggaI can't be
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
dreams, all I want is the cream

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, made
All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg
Tha Doggfather, and all his

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

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

We got a bunch of here
They've got guns in 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

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