Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming
I kept the candle lit, my nigga rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, him a shit bag
shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand
Get some now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in bloodline
GABOS, game based on sympathy
So he put a hit on his at 18
A sweet pie, oh me, oh my
no remorse watching the others cry
Heroin sales, detectives'll
A lot of yellow tape, where that care?
the mob, bitch, silk underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim
Niggas hating, they studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan, in of hundreds of Jews
Two attempts on my life, they threatened
you see what I am? The hustle continue
I bought more jewels, I the Wraith
I got a new style of shoes, match the in the face
Belichick, coaching and calling the shots
Throw a yellow flag, nigga body drops
Then we celebrate, black pop
Time to elevate, we shop
Wale a genius, Mill a superstar
My new in Phoenix, ten car garage
Petite felite, platinum
Ain't no needed, nigga, I own them cars
I them bitches, we met them broads
loved one, fucked them all
I'm a fucking dog, fucking Ross
Nigga bags just for my runner-ups
But my main she get the main dish
Not the old range, was a lame bitch
Brazilian weave, she say I quick
I let her see a hundred ki's, a St. Nick
Moving like it's Black Friday
She gotta me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I can't trust a
Bought a spot in Anguilla for me and my ho
.40, even when I shower
Chrome .22 in my towel
Mob and I pray the music set me free
May the that be, nigga let me be

We around when the sun goes
And the real, real killers they for ya
gonna be a bloodshed
One month, one day gonna be a bloodshed
Bop, in the head
is a motherfucker
Yes, I feel it when I squeeze the
I feel the air when my die
I feel the strength of ten
is to be, will be
Only God on earth can me
'Cause these fucking filthy
And I ain't guilty

Gangsta no no chance, from no guy
Know why? a gangsta and bullets fly
Boy die
go off ah suh me say
Murderings in
Gangsta no no chance, from no guy
Know Violate a gangsta and bullets fly
Boy die
go off ah suh we say
Murderings in

You better not be around, the sun goes down
And the real killas, them hunt for you
Ay, gonna be a bloodshed
One bust, one dead, gonna be a bloodshed
Gun shot in a

Sizzla Kalonji de girls dem screaming
Entire every sweet gyal
Ya know the meaning but its streaming
Go and clean, ya cant diss me ya must be

Jamaicans make dem we can't defeat dem (Mo' fire)