Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a
Remarkable hustle, my coming home
I kept the lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac pack
death row, conspiracy theories
Concealed indictments handed to the jury
Get money 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 Obama
This the mob, bitch, underwear
concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating, they studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan, in view of of Jews
Two attempts on my life, threatened venues
you see what I am? The hustle continue
I bought more jewels, I ordered the
I got a new of shoes, match the watch in the face
Bill Belichick, coaching and the shots
Throw a yellow flag, pussy body drops
we celebrate, black bottles pop
Time to elevate, we shop
a genius, Meek Mill a superstar
My new crib in Phoenix, ten car
Petite felite, platinum
Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own them
I them bitches, we met them broads
loved one, fucked them all
I'm a dog, Ricky fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin bags just for my
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 different St.
bricks like it's Black Friday
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat
Looking over my shoulder, I can't a soul
Bought a in Anguilla just for me and my ho
Glock .40, when I shower
Chrome .22 in my towel
Mob ties and I the music set me free
May the that be, nigga let me be

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

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

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

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

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