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 made niggaz
We comin' after niggaz, worldwide
Feel me, the Don

My life in for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin' a lack of gettin' love
nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs
Had the block sewn up, 'cause I to pack a gun, do you feel me?

World do ya hear me? a risin' star
Fuck the love, niggaz me
Got these niggaz runnin' all from 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, scared
They don't see me head on..
Think of all the that I had to leave dead and gone

Call a digga, fuckin' with 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 made nigga
I got a to get richer, take my picture
A nigga

Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle to eat
My model was killin' 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 Immortal niggaz
And my number one to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz
Niggaz don't like us they bitches straight love us
The President us to leave, 'cause the government don't want us

Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin
And seein' blood spill ain't
I seen it at the beginnin'
A made

How many 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

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

I be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch
And the that I'm under
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 emerge like in the 80's

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

But still I it, a made nigga 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 forever my name, Edi Amin

I ain't the line, my strap, not head
will be none of that
The young hog, playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
With the skill, they cannot beat me a nigga

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

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don of this rough shit
Rhymes baptize your mind while 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 gauge to get paid, a fuckin' devil
Mash shit from here to there day by day, to year
Made on ya motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made nigga

Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy murder motherfuckers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my alias
lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied me survive 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 when I'm sentenced
On my knees to God, for repentance

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

Makaveli the Don, til' I'm gone, I
My army of lunatics stay armed
Til' the day I die, I'll be 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 can't be
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
Multimillionaire dreams, all I is the cream

I my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream
Come and see, to see a made
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 Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his

You know time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Gotti
(Ha, ha, ha, made niggaz beotch)

Uh, sarge, uh
We've got uh Tupac
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, 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 guys can go, I'm