Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life 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 love
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? Catch a risin'
Fuck the love, fear me
Got these niggaz all wild from my double, I
we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die

Boom, I enter the room, in the air
All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz
They don't wanna see me on..
Think of all the busters that I had to leave and gone

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

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

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
They got me wonderin', where my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my father them

'Cause I roll with Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a and drug niggaz
Niggaz don't like us because they 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' blood spill shit
'Cause I it at the beginnin'
A nigga

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

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

I be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch
And the niggaz that I'm
Is too much
We made

Picture the scenery for now you gon' have to imagine
Call me a prophet 'cause I predicted gon' happen
I began the paper, stackin' at
Who be paper snatchin', will emerge 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 eyes
but others 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 for your brain
You'll know 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 criminal skill, they beat me a nigga

Til' he still and chill, the real dea
l feel, a made when I was young and dumb
With a gun but it so I'm bustin' for fun
And the outcome will be the same 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 paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, dead bodies and give it to ya raw
nigga to the core

The of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made level
Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' devil
Mash shit from here to 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 daily
Know the feds me, so my alias Makaveli
lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive centuries

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

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

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

Can you feel me? closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the mind of a niggaI can't be touched
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 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 Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his

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

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

We got a of niggaz here
They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got
with 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 they've got guns, they've got weed
I let 'em go
Alright, you guys can go, I'm