Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming
I kept the candle lit, my never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac pack
It's death row, conspiracy
Concealed indictments handed to the jury
Get some money now, you hated by own kind
The home done 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
Showing no remorse watching the cry
Heroin sales, sell
A lot of yellow tape, where that care?
This the mob, bitch, silk
concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating, though studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan, in of hundreds of Jews
Two attempts on my life, they threatened
Can't you see I am? The hustle continue
I more jewels, I ordered the Wraith
I got a new style of shoes, the watch in the face
Belichick, coaching and calling the shots
Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga body
Then we celebrate, bottles pop
Time to elevate, we shop
Wale a genius, Mill a superstar
My new in Phoenix, ten car garage
felite, platinum Audemars
Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own them
I know them bitches, we met them
loved one, fucked them all
I'm a fucking dog, Ricky fucking
Nigga bags just for my runner-ups
But my bitch she get the main dish
Not the old range, that was a lame
Brazilian weave, she say I quick
I let her see a hundred ki's, a different St.
Moving bricks like it's Friday
She fuck me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I trust a soul
Bought a spot in Anguilla for me and my ho
Glock .40, even when I
.22 in my swimming towel
Mob ties and I the music set me free
May the powers be, nigga let me be

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

Gangsta no no chance, from no guy
Know why? Violate a and bullets fly
Boy die
go off ah suh me say
Murderings in
Gangsta no take no chance, 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, gonna be a bloodshed
Gun in a head

Sizzla Kalonji have de girls dem
country every sweet gyal
Ya know the meaning but its streaming
Go and clean, ya cant diss me ya be dreaming

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