Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

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

My life in exchange for yours, born as a thug
House full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin'
Ain't tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs
Had the block sewn up, 'cause I learned to a gun, do you feel me?

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

Boom, I enter the room, in the air
All you hear is the of doom, niggaz scared
They wanna see me head on..
Think of all the busters that I had to dead and gone

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

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

Nigga, I was on the streets, I had to hustle 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 crossed them

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

It's Napolean, I get my out of sin
And seein' spill ain't shit
'Cause I it at the beginnin'
A nigga

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

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

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

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

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

But still I made it, a made nigga by the game
Made for war, my aim is simple and
Yeah it's '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 none of
The young hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw combat
With the criminal skill, they cannot me a nigga

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

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough
Rhymes baptize your while paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, 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 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 Makaveli
Gettin' lessons niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me several centuries

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

I'm convinced, I'm a thug
They got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend 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

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

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

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

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

You know what it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Gotti
(Ha, ha, ha, made niggaz 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 car, they've got weed, they've got money
They're with a lot of black women, what should we do
Uh, I let 'em go, I repeat, let 'em go

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