Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

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

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

World do ya 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 whispers of doom, scared
They wanna see me head on..
Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and

Call a grave digga, with a made nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire sprayed quicker
Fuck 'em all let em understand my to get richer
Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' 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' niggaz so I know, I would be weak
They got me wonderin', where my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed

'Cause I roll with Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz
Niggaz don't 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' 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, we get cash together
whenever knowin' it don't last forever

It's one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get out, never made men
We excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the off them groups 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 made

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

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

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

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

he still and chill, recognize the real dea
l feel, a nigga 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 yours 'cause get mine

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough
Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the
With my mentality of war, bodies and silence give it to ya raw
Thug nigga to the

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

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

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

I'm convinced, I'm a thug
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 gave the

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

Can you feel me? closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the mind of a made niggaI be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
dreams, all I want is the cream

I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches
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, niggaz
All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his

You know what it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Gotti
(Ha, ha, ha, Westside niggaz beotch)

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

We got a bunch of here
They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got
They're with a lot of black women, should we do sarge?
Uh, I let 'em go, I repeat, let 'em go

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