Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, niggas looting
I studied Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas home
I the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a bag
Five shots to the stomach, gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
Concealed indictments handed to the jury
Get some money now, you hated by own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your
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, detectives'll
A lot of yellow tape, where that Obama
This the mob, bitch, silk
concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating, they studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of
Two attempts on my life, they threatened
Can't you see I am? The hustle continue
I bought more jewels, I ordered the
I got a new style of shoes, match the watch in the
Bill Belichick, coaching and calling the
Throw a yellow flag, pussy body drops
Then we celebrate, bottles pop
Time to elevate, we shop
a genius, Meek Mill a superstar
My new in Phoenix, ten car garage
Petite felite, platinum
no tags needed, nigga, I own them cars
I them bitches, we met them broads
Never loved one, them all
I'm a dog, Ricky 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 different St.
Moving bricks like Black Friday
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat
Looking over my shoulder, I can't a soul
a spot in Anguilla just for me and my ho
Glock .40, even I shower
Chrome .22 in my swimming
Mob and I pray the music set me free
May the powers be, nigga let me be

We around the sun goes down
And the real, real they mourn for ya
It's gonna be a
One month, one day it's gonna be a
Bop, in the head
Payback is a
Yes, I feel it I squeeze the trigger
I feel the air my enemies die
I the strength of ten killas
What is to be, be
Only God on earth can me
'Cause these fucking streets
And I ain't guilty

Gangsta no take no chance, no guy
Know why? Violate a gangsta and 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 better not be around, when the sun down
And the real real killas, them for you
Ay, it's be a bloodshed
One bust, one dead, gonna 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 me ya must be dreaming

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