Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

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

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

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

Boom, I enter 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

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

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

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

'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug
And my number one plan to a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz
don't 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 blood spill ain't shit
I seen it at the beginnin'
A nigga

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

It's one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, made men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and
Blow the roof off them groups like [unverified] Rachmel [unverified]

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

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

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

But I made it, a made nigga made by the game
Made for war, my aim is and plain
Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks 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, playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
With the criminal skill, they beat me a nigga

he still and chill, recognize 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 outcome will be the same every
We all die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mine

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this shit
baptize your mind 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 crazed devil
Mash shit from here to 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 murder motherfuckers
Know the feds trail me, so my alias
lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when help me survive several centuries

Lock me in a cage I'll my rage
Surround the court buildin' with the 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 like a fiend when he dreams of drugs
Diss Kidada and kidnap 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 that stay armed
Til' the day I die, I'll be as a paid nigga
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' nigga

Can you feel me? closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the mind of a niggaI can't be touched
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
We've got uh Shakur
Uh, Fatal, Fatal
Uh, Kastro,

We got a bunch of here
They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got
They're with a lot of black women, what 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