Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a
hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept the candle lit, my nigga rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift
It's row, conspiracy theories
Concealed indictments to the grand jury
Get money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion by niggas in your bloodline
GABOS, game ain't on sympathy
So he put a hit on his at 18
A potato pie, oh me, oh my
Showing no watching the others cry
Heroin sales, sell
A lot of yellow tape, where that Obama
This the mob, bitch, underwear
concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating, they studied my moves
I'm Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of Jews
Two on my life, they threatened venues
Can't you see I am? The hustle continue
I bought more jewels, I ordered the
I got a new style of shoes, match the watch in the
Bill Belichick, and calling the shots
Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga body
we celebrate, black bottles pop
Time to elevate, we re-open
Wale a genius, Meek Mill a
My new crib in Phoenix, ten car
Petite felite, platinum
Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own them
I know them bitches, we met broads
loved one, fucked them all
I'm a fucking dog, Ricky fucking
Nigga bags just for my runner-ups
But my main bitch she get the main
Not the old range, was a lame bitch
weave, she say I came quick
I let her see a ki's, a different St. Nick
bricks like 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 Anguilla for me and my ho
Glock .40, when I shower
Chrome .22 in my swimming
Mob ties and I pray the music set me
May the powers that be, let me be

We around when the sun down
And the real, killers they mourn for ya
It's be a bloodshed
One month, one day gonna be a bloodshed
Bop, in the head
Payback is a
Yes, I feel it I squeeze the trigger
I the air when my enemies die
I feel the strength of ten
What is to be, be
God on earth can kill me
'Cause these streets filthy
And I ain't fucking

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

You better not be around, when the sun down
And the real real killas, hunt for you
Ay, it's gonna be a
One bust, one dead, it's be a bloodshed
Gun in a head

Sizzla have de girls dem screaming
Entire country every sweet
Ya already know the meaning but its
Go and clean, ya cant diss me ya be dreaming

Jamaicans make dem know we defeat dem (Mo' fire)