Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' worldwide mob
Death Row at finest

M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life motherfuckin' made
We comin' these 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?

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

Boom, once I 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 leave and gone

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

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

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 begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed

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

It's Napolean, I get my out of sin
And seein' blood spill shit
'Cause I it at the beginnin'
A nigga

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

only one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, made men
We excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them like [unverified] Rachmel Raouf [unverified]

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

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

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

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

I count the line, my strap, not head
There be none of that
The young hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal
With the criminal skill, cannot beat me a nigga

Til' he still and chill, recognize the dea
l feel, a nigga made I was young and dumb
a gun but it pays so I'm bustin' for fun
And the outcome will be the same 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 give it to ya raw
Thug to the core

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

Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy murder motherfuckers daily
Know the trail me, so my alias Makaveli
lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive centuries

me in a cage I'll display my rage
Surround the buildin' with the gage and spray
They wonder if I'll go when I'm 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 Kidada and I'll kidnap daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you who gave the order

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

I my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream
and see, to see a made nigga
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 what time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young
(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 made let 'em go
But, but sarge they've got guns, they've got
I let 'em go
Alright, you guys can go, I'm