Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, young niggas
I studied Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my coming home
I kept the candle lit, my nigga never
caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift
It's death row, theories
Concealed indictments to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by own kind
The home invasion by niggas in your bloodline
GABOS, game ain't based on
So he put a hit on his at 18
A potato pie, oh me, oh my
no remorse watching the others cry
Heroin sales, sell
A lot of yellow tape, where that care?
This the mob, bitch, underwear
concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating, though studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan, in of hundreds of Jews
Two attempts on my life, 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, the watch in the face
Bill Belichick, coaching and the shots
Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga drops
we celebrate, black bottles pop
Time to elevate, we re-open
Wale a genius, Meek a superstar
My new in Phoenix, ten car garage
felite, platinum Audemars
Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own cars
I know bitches, we met them broads
Never loved one, fucked all
I'm a dog, Ricky fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin just 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.
bricks like it's Black Friday
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat
Looking my shoulder, I can't trust a soul
Bought a spot in Anguilla for me and my ho
.40, even when I shower
Chrome .22 in my towel
Mob and I pray the music set me free
May the powers be, nigga let me be

We around when the sun goes
And the real, real killers mourn for ya
It's gonna be a
One month, one day it's be a bloodshed
Bop, in the head
Payback is a
Yes, I feel it when I the trigger
I feel the air when my die
I feel the of ten killas
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 Violate a gangsta 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 better not be around, when the sun down
And the real real killas, them for you
Ay, gonna be a bloodshed
One bust, one dead, it's be a bloodshed
Gun shot in a

Sizzla Kalonji have de girls dem
Entire country sweet 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)