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

My life in exchange for yours, 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 sewn up, 'cause I learned to pack 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
we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die

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

Call a digga, fuckin' with a made nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire sprayed 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 plot to get richer, take my
A nigga

Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle to eat
My role model was killin' so I know, I would never be weak
They got me sittin' wonderin', my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my crossed them

'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 bitches straight love us
The told us to leave, 'cause the government don't want us

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

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

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 like [unverified] Rachmel Raouf

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

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

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

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

I count the line, my strap, not head
There will be of that
The young hog, K-Dog playin', Immortal combat
With the criminal skill, they 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 every
We all gon' die, get yours 'cause get mine

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough
Rhymes your mind while paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, bodies and silence give 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 on ya motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know time 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 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 niggaz let 'em go
But, but they've got guns, they've got weed
I let 'em go
Alright, you guys can go, I'm