Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming
I kept the lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift
It's death row, theories
indictments handed to the grand jury
Get money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in bloodline
GABOS, game ain't based on
So he put a hit on his at 18
A potato pie, oh me, oh my
Showing no watching the others cry
sales, detectives'll sell
A lot of tape, where that Obama care?
This the mob, bitch, silk
concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating, though they studied my
I'm like Farrakhan, in view of of Jews
Two attempts on my life, threatened venues
Can't you see I am? The hustle continue
I bought more jewels, I the Wraith
I got a new of shoes, match the watch in the face
Bill Belichick, and calling the shots
Throw a yellow flag, pussy body drops
we celebrate, black bottles pop
Time to elevate, we re-open
a genius, Meek Mill a superstar
My new in Phoenix, ten car garage
Petite felite, Audemars
Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own cars
I know them bitches, we met broads
Never loved one, fucked all
I'm a fucking dog, fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin just for my runner-ups
But my main bitch she get the main
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 bricks it's Black Friday
She fuck me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking my shoulder, I can't trust a soul
Bought a spot in just for me and my ho
Glock .40, even when I
.22 in my swimming towel
Mob and I pray the music set me free
May the powers be, nigga let me be

We when the sun goes down
And the real, real killers they for ya
It's be a bloodshed
One month, one day it's be a bloodshed
Bop, gunshot in the
is a motherfucker
Yes, I it when I squeeze the trigger
I feel the air my enemies die
I the strength of ten killas
What is to be, be
Only God on can kill me
'Cause these fucking filthy
And I ain't guilty

no take no chance, from no guy
Know Violate a gangsta and bullets fly
Boy die
go off ah suh me say
Murderings in
no take 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 real killas, them for you
Ay, it's gonna be a
One bust, one dead, it's be a bloodshed
Gun in a head

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

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