Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

M.O.B., for motherfuckin' life motherfuckin' made niggaz
We comin' after niggaz, worldwide
Feel me, the Don

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

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

Boom, I enter the room, in the air
All you hear is the of doom, niggaz scared
They wanna see me head on..
Think of all the busters that I had to dead and gone

Call a grave digga, fuckin' a made nigga, M.O.B.
gettin' sprayed quicker
Fuck 'em all let em my plot to get richer
Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' 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 model was killin' niggaz so I know, I would never be weak
They got me sittin' wonderin', my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed

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

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

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

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

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

Picture the scenery 'cause for now you gon' have to
Call me a prophet 'cause I predicted 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 became official since the of this, Edi Amin
Born July, 7th a few shed
Precious but gave me they hate, to cherish

But still I made it, a made nigga 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 know my name, Edi

I count the line, my strap, not head
There will be of that
The young hog, playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
With the criminal skill, they beat me a nigga

Til' he and chill, recognize the real dea
l feel, a nigga when I was young and dumb
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 this shit
Rhymes baptize mind while paralyze the public
With my of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw
Thug nigga to the

The results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made
Shootin' my 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 murder motherfuckers daily
Know the trail me, so my alias Makaveli
Gettin' lessons niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when help me survive several centuries

Lock me in a I'll display my rage
Surround the buildin' with the gage and spray
wonder if I'll go when I'm finally 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 Kidada and I'll your daughter
Kill wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order

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

Can you feel me? closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the mind of a made niggaI be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
dreams, all I want is the cream

I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches
Come and see, to see a made
The Outlawz, The Don
Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean,

Mussolini, M.O.B., I send out to my niggaz on the streets
The motherfuckin, niggaz
All my niggas on 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
We've got uh Shakur
Uh, Fatal, Hussein
Uh, Kastro,

We got a of niggaz here
They've got guns in their car, got weed, they've got money
They're with a lot of black women, what we do sarge?
Uh, I let 'em go, I repeat, let 'em go

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