Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

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

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

World do ya me? Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love, fear me
Got niggaz runnin' all wild from my double, I
we ride motherfuckers 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 that I had to leave dead and gone

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

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

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

'Cause I with Immortal Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug
don't like us because 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 seein' blood spill shit
I seen it at the beginnin'
A made

How many niggaz in ya vision?
Gunnin' 'em down for every minute that I spent in prison
We mash together, plus we get cash
Blast whenever knowin' it last forever

only one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never 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 for now you gon' have to imagine
Call me a prophet 'cause I predicted gon' happen
I the paper, stackin' at those
Who be paper snatchin', will emerge like crack in the

Baby, maybe, that's if I
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 it, a made nigga made by the game
for war, my aim is simple and plain
Yeah whether it's 'caine, or tracks made for your brain
You'll know my name, Edi Amin

I count the line, my strap, not head
There be none of that
The young hog, playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
With the skill, they cannot beat me a nigga

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

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

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

Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers
Know the feds trail me, so my Makaveli
Gettin' lessons from niggaz in
Game, when applied help me 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 when I'm sentenced
On my knees to God, for repentance

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

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

Can you me? Come closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the mind of a made 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
Come and see, to see a made
The Outlawz, The Don
Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi

Mussolini, M.O.B., I this out to my niggaz on the streets
The motherfuckin, made
All my on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his

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

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

We got a bunch of here
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 they've got guns, they've got weed
I let 'em go
Alright, you guys can go, I'm