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 made niggaz
We comin' these niggaz, worldwide
Feel me, the Don

My life in for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin' from a lack of love
nobody tell me shit, 'til 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 wild my double, I
When we 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 and gone

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

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

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

'Cause I roll with Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and niggaz
don't like 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 niggaz fall in ya
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 find to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them groups like [unverified] Rachmel Raouf

I can't be touched 'cause of the weapons I
And the that I'm under
Is just too
We made

Picture the '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 snatchin', will emerge like crack in the 80's

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

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

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

Til' he and chill, recognize 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 be the same every time
We all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get

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

The results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a 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 nigga

Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy murder motherfuckers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my Makaveli
Gettin' lessons niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when help me survive several centuries

Lock me in a cage 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
got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend when he dreams of drugs
Diss Kidada and I'll your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral and 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, be remembered as a paid nigga
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' 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 shit to the fiends, all the 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 Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his

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

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

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