Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, young niggas
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a
hustle, my niggas coming home
I the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a bag
shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
Concealed indictments handed to the grand
Get money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in bloodline
GABOS, ain't based on sympathy
So he put a hit on his at 18
A sweet pie, oh me, oh my
Showing no remorse watching the cry
Heroin sales, sell
A lot of tape, where that Obama care?
This the mob, bitch, underwear
concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating, though they studied my
I'm like Farrakhan, in of hundreds 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 style of shoes, match the in the face
Bill Belichick, coaching and calling the
Throw a flag, pussy nigga body drops
Then we celebrate, black pop
to elevate, we re-open shop
Wale a genius, Meek a superstar
My new crib in Phoenix, ten car
Petite felite, Audemars
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 for my runner-ups
But my main she get the main dish
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 Black
She gotta fuck me or me a fat crybaby
Looking my shoulder, I can't trust a soul
Bought a spot in 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 that be, nigga let me be

We around 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 when I squeeze the
I feel the air my enemies die
I feel the of ten killas
is to be, will be
Only God on can kill me
'Cause these fucking streets
And I ain't guilty

Gangsta no take no chance, no guy
Know 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? a gangsta 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 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 gyal
Ya already know the but its streaming
Go and clean, ya cant diss me ya must be

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