Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

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

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

World do ya me? Catch a risin' star
the love, niggaz 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 is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared
don't wanna see me head on..
Think of all the busters that I had to dead and gone

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

(Can you me?)
A motherfuckin' nigga
I got a to get richer, take my picture
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
got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my father them

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

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

How niggaz fall in ya vision?
'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison
We mash together, plus we get together
Blast whenever it don't 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 roof off them 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 niggaz

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

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

But still I made it, a made nigga made by the
for war, my aim is simple and plain
Yeah whether 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain
You'll forever my name, Edi Amin

I ain't count the line, my strap, not
There will be of that
The young hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal
With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a

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

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

The of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made level
Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' devil
shit from here 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 feds trail me, so my alias
Gettin' lessons from in penitentiaries
Game, applied help me survive several centuries

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We got a of niggaz here
They've got in their 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

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