Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, young looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas home
I kept the lit, my nigga never rowed
caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's row, conspiracy theories
Concealed indictments handed to the jury
Get some now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by in your bloodline
GABOS, game based on sympathy
So he put a hit on his at 18
A potato pie, oh me, oh my
Showing no remorse watching the cry
sales, detectives'll sell
A lot of tape, where that Obama care?
the mob, bitch, silk underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim
Niggas hating, though studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of
Two attempts on my life, threatened venues
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
Bill Belichick, and calling the shots
Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga drops
Then we celebrate, black pop
Time to elevate, we shop
Wale a genius, Meek Mill a
My new in Phoenix, ten car garage
Petite felite, platinum
Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own them
I know bitches, we met them broads
Never one, fucked them all
I'm a dog, Ricky fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin bags for my runner-ups
But my main bitch she get the main
Not the old range, that was a bitch
Brazilian weave, she say I came
I let her see a ki's, a different St. Nick
Moving bricks like it's Friday
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat
Looking over my shoulder, I can't a soul
Bought a spot in just for me and my ho
Glock .40, even when I
Chrome .22 in my swimming
Mob ties and I the music set me free
May the powers be, nigga let me be

We when the sun goes down
And the real, real killers mourn for ya
It's gonna be a
One month, one day gonna be a bloodshed
Bop, gunshot in the
Payback is a
Yes, I feel it I squeeze the trigger
I the air when my enemies die
I the strength of ten killas
What is to be, be
Only God on can kill me
'Cause these streets filthy
And I fucking guilty

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

You not be around, when the sun goes 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 Kalonji have de dem screaming
Entire country sweet gyal
Ya already the meaning but its streaming
Go and clean, ya cant diss me ya must be

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