Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Williams, I'm one hell of a student
hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept the candle lit, my never rowed
caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
Concealed handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own
The home invasion done by in your bloodline
GABOS, ain't based on sympathy
So he put a hit on his at 18
A potato pie, oh me, oh my
Showing no remorse the others cry
Heroin sales, sell
A lot of yellow tape, that Obama care?
This the mob, bitch, silk
concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating, they studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan, in view of of Jews
Two on my life, they threatened venues
Can't you see what I am? The hustle
I bought more jewels, I the Wraith
I got a new style of shoes, match the in the face
Belichick, coaching and calling the shots
Throw a yellow flag, pussy body drops
Then we celebrate, bottles pop
Time to elevate, we shop
Wale a genius, Mill a superstar
My new in Phoenix, ten car garage
Petite felite, Audemars
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, fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin bags just for my
But my main she get the main dish
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 like it's Black
She gotta fuck me or me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I trust a soul
a spot in Anguilla just for me and my ho
Glock .40, when I shower
.22 in my swimming towel
Mob ties and I pray the set me free
May the powers that be, let me be

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

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

Sizzla Kalonji have de girls dem
Entire country every sweet
Ya know 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)