Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a
Remarkable hustle, my niggas home
I kept the candle lit, my nigga never
Niggas him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift
It's death row, theories
indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own
The invasion done by niggas 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
no remorse watching the others cry
Heroin sales, sell
A lot of yellow tape, where that care?
This the mob, bitch, underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim
Niggas hating, they studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan, in view of of Jews
Two attempts on my life, threatened venues
Can't you see what I am? The continue
I bought more jewels, I ordered the
I got a new style of shoes, match the watch in the
Belichick, coaching and calling the shots
Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga drops
Then we celebrate, bottles pop
Time to elevate, we shop
Wale a genius, Meek a superstar
My new crib in Phoenix, ten car
felite, platinum Audemars
Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own cars
I know them bitches, we met broads
Never one, fucked them all
I'm a fucking dog, fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin just for my runner-ups
But my main bitch she get the dish
Not the old range, was a lame bitch
Brazilian weave, she say I came
I let her see a hundred ki's, a St. Nick
Moving bricks like it's Black
She fuck me or call me a fat crybaby
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 swimming
Mob ties and I pray the set me free
May the powers be, nigga let me be

We around the sun goes down
And the real, real killers they for ya
It's be a bloodshed
One month, one day it's be a bloodshed
Bop, in the head
is a motherfucker
Yes, I feel it when I squeeze the
I the air when my enemies die
I feel the of ten killas
is to be, will be
Only God on earth can me
these fucking streets filthy
And I fucking guilty

no take no chance, from no guy
Know why? Violate a gangsta and fly
Boy die
go off ah suh me say
Murderings in
Gangsta no take no chance, no guy
Know why? Violate a and bullets fly
Boy die
go off ah suh we say
Murderings in

You better not be around, 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 de girls dem screaming
Entire country every sweet
Ya already the meaning but its streaming
Go and clean, ya cant diss me ya be dreaming

Jamaicans make dem know we defeat dem (Mo' fire)