Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's Napolean, I get my out of sin
And seein' blood spill shit
'Cause I seen it at the
A nigga

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

It's 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 touched of the weapons I clutch
And the niggaz I'm under
Is too much
We niggaz

Picture the 'cause for now you gon' have 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, that's if I
But I official since the start of this, Edi Amin
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
whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain
You'll know 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 combat
With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a

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

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

The results of livin' poor, got me on a made level
Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed
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 murder motherfuckers daily
Know the feds me, so my alias Makaveli
Gettin' lessons from niggaz in
Game, when help me survive several centuries

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

I'm convinced, that I'm a
They got me fiendin' for my like a fiend when he dreams of drugs
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 army of lunatics stay armed
the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made

Can you feel me? closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the mind of a made niggaI be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
Multimillionaire dreams, all I 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, niggaz
All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his

You know what it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young
(Ha, ha, ha, Westside niggaz beotch)

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

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