Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

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

My in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin' a lack of gettin' love
Ain't 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 motherfuckers is to die

Boom, I enter the room, in the air
All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz
don't 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' sprayed
Fuck 'em all let em understand my to get richer
Much than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga

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

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

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

Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin
And seein' blood ain't 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 together, plus we get cash together
Blast whenever knowin' it don't 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 that I'm under
Is just too
We niggaz

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

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

But still I made it, a nigga made by the game
Made for war, my aim is and plain
Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for brain
forever 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', 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 every time
We all gon' die, get yours 'cause get mine

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don of this rough shit
Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the
With my of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw
nigga to the core

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

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

Lock me in a cage I'll my rage
Surround the court buildin' with the gage and
They wonder if I'll go I'm finally sentenced
On my to God, beggin' for repentance

I'm convinced, that I'm a
They got me fiendin' for my cash a fiend when he dreams of drugs
Diss and I'll 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 of lunatics 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 the mind of a made niggaI can't be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
dreams, all I want is the cream

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

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 what time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young
(Ha, ha, ha, made niggaz beotch)

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

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

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