Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, young niggas
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a
Remarkable hustle, my niggas home
I kept the lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas him slipping, gave him a shit bag
shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand
Get some money now, you hated by your own
The home done by niggas in your bloodline
GABOS, game ain't based on
So he put a hit on his at 18
A sweet pie, oh me, oh my
Showing no remorse watching the cry
sales, detectives'll sell
A lot of yellow tape, where that Obama
This the mob, bitch, silk
concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating, though they my moves
I'm Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of Jews
Two on my life, they threatened venues
Can't you see what I am? The hustle
I bought more jewels, I ordered the
I got a new style of shoes, match the in the face
Bill Belichick, and calling the shots
Throw a flag, pussy nigga body drops
Then we celebrate, bottles pop
Time to elevate, we re-open
Wale a genius, Meek a superstar
My new in Phoenix, ten car garage
Petite felite, Audemars
no tags needed, nigga, I own them cars
I know them bitches, we met them
loved one, fucked them all
I'm a fucking dog, Ricky fucking
Nigga Birkin bags for my runner-ups
But my main bitch she get the dish
Not the old range, that was a bitch
Brazilian weave, she say I quick
I let her see a hundred ki's, a different St.
Moving bricks like it's Black
She gotta fuck me or me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I can't trust a
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 that be, nigga let me be

We when the sun goes down
And the real, real killers they for ya
It's gonna be a
One month, one day it's be a bloodshed
Bop, gunshot in the
is a motherfucker
Yes, I feel it when I squeeze the
I feel the air my enemies die
I feel the strength of ten
is to be, will be
Only God on earth can me
'Cause these fucking streets
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 Violate a gangsta 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 real killas, them for you
Ay, it's gonna be a
One bust, one dead, it's be a bloodshed
Gun shot in a

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

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