Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' 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' 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?

World do ya me? Catch a risin' star
the love, niggaz fear me
Got these niggaz all wild from my double, I
When we ride motherfuckers is to die

Boom, once I the room, in the air
All you is the whispers 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 grave digga, with a made nigga, M.O.B.
gettin' sprayed quicker
Fuck 'em all let em understand my to get richer
Much more than six figures, a made nigga

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

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 sittin' wonderin', where my begins
These crossed my father den my father crossed them

'Cause I roll with Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz
Niggaz like us because they bitches straight love us
The President told us to leave, 'cause the government want us

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

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

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

I can't be touched of the weapons I clutch
And the niggaz that I'm
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 the paper, stackin' at those
Who be paper snatchin', emerge like crack in the 80's

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

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

I ain't count the line, my strap, not
There will be of that
The hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
With the criminal skill, cannot beat me a nigga

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

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don of this rough shit
Rhymes your mind while paralyze the public
my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw
Thug nigga to the

The results of livin' poor, got me on a made level
my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil
Mash shit from to there day by day, year to year
niggaz 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 alias
Gettin' from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive several

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

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

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

Can you feel me? closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the of a made niggaI 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
Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean,

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

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

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

We got a bunch of here
They've got in their 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

made 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