Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

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

My life in exchange for yours, born as a thug
House full of babies from a lack of gettin' love
Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of
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, niggaz me
Got these niggaz all wild from my double, I
When we ride motherfuckers is to die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers and get crossed out, never made men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and
Blow the roof off groups like [unverified] Rachmel Raouf [unverified]

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

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

Baby, maybe, that's if I
But I became official the start of this, Edi Amin
July, 7th a few shed eyes
Precious but others me they hate, to cherish

But still I made it, a made made by the game
for war, my aim is simple and plain
Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for brain
You'll know 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
the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga

Til' he still and chill, the real dea
l feel, a made when I was young and dumb
With a gun but it pays so I'm for fun
And the will 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 rough
Rhymes baptize your while paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, bodies and silence 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' crazed
Mash shit from to there day by day, year to year
Made niggaz on ya tear, I'm a made nigga

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

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

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

Makaveli the Don, til' I'm gone, I
My army of lunatics stay armed
Til' the day I die, I'll be remembered as a nigga
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' 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
and see, to see a made nigga
The Outlawz, The Don
Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi

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

You know what time it is, Daz
Kurupt, Young
(Ha, ha, ha, Westside made 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 a lot of black 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