Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life motherfuckin' made
We after 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
nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs
Had the block up, 'cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?

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

Boom, once I the room, in the air
All you is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared
They 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' made
I got a plot to get richer, take my
A nigga

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', my life begins
These crossed my father den my father crossed them

'Cause I roll with Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and niggaz
Niggaz don't like us because 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 blood spill ain't shit
'Cause I it at the beginnin'
A nigga

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

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

I can't be 'cause of the weapons I clutch
And the that I'm under
Is too much
We made

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

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

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

I count the line, my strap, not head
will be none of that
The hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
With the criminal skill, they cannot 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 outcome be the same every time
We all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can you feel me? 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 made
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, niggaz
All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his

You know what time it is, Daz
Kurupt, Gotti
(Ha, ha, ha, Westside 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 black women, what should we do
Uh, I let 'em go, I repeat, let 'em go

They're made let 'em go
But, but sarge got guns, they've got weed
I let 'em go
Alright, you guys can go, I'm