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 life motherfuckin' made niggaz
We comin' these niggaz, worldwide
me, Makaveli the Don

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

do ya hear me? Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love, fear 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 wanna see me on..
Think of all the busters I had to leave dead and gone

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

(Can you me?)
A motherfuckin' made
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 model was killin' niggaz so I know, I never be weak
They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life
These niggaz crossed my father den my crossed them

'Cause I roll Immortal Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a and drug niggaz
Niggaz don't like us they bitches straight 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' spill ain't shit
I seen it at the beginnin'
A made

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

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

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

Picture the scenery for now you gon' have to imagine
Call me a 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen
I began the paper, 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
July, 7th a few shed eyes
Precious but gave me they hate, to cherish

But still I it, a made nigga made by the game
Made for war, my aim is simple and
Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your
forever know my name, Edi Amin

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

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

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of rough shit
Rhymes baptize your mind while the public
With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence it to ya raw
Thug nigga to the

The results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a 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 motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made

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

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

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

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

Can you feel me? closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the of a made niggaI can't be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the

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

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

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

Uh, sarge, uh
got uh Tupac Shakur
Uh, Fatal, Fatal
Uh, Kastro,

We got a bunch of niggaz
They've got in their car, they've 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

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