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 coming home
I kept the candle lit, my never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac pack
It's death row, theories
Concealed handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you by your own kind
The home done by niggas in your 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 yellow tape, where that care?
the mob, bitch, silk underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim
hating, though they studied my moves
I'm Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of Jews
Two attempts on my life, they venues
Can't you see what I am? The continue
I bought more jewels, I the Wraith
I got a new of shoes, match the watch in the face
Bill Belichick, coaching and calling the
Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga drops
Then we celebrate, black pop
Time to elevate, we shop
Wale a genius, Mill a superstar
My new crib in Phoenix, ten car
Petite felite, platinum
Ain't no needed, nigga, I own them cars
I them bitches, we met them broads
Never loved one, fucked all
I'm a fucking dog, Ricky fucking
Nigga bags just for my runner-ups
But my main bitch she get the main
Not the old range, was a lame bitch
weave, she say I came quick
I let her see a hundred ki's, a different St.
Moving bricks like it's Friday
She gotta me or call me a fat crybaby
over my shoulder, I can't trust a soul
Bought a spot in Anguilla for me and my ho
Glock .40, when I shower
Chrome .22 in my swimming
Mob ties and I the music set me free
May the powers that be, let me be

We around when the sun 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
is a motherfucker
Yes, I feel it I squeeze the trigger
I feel the air when my die
I the strength of ten killas
What is to be, be
Only God on can kill me
'Cause these fucking streets
And I fucking guilty

Gangsta no take no chance, no guy
why? 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 goes
And the real real killas, hunt for you
Ay, it's gonna be a
One bust, one dead, it's be a bloodshed
Gun shot in a

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

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