Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, young niggas
I Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas home
I kept the candle lit, my nigga never
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a bag
Five to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
death row, conspiracy theories
Concealed indictments to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own
The home invasion done by niggas in bloodline
GABOS, game based on sympathy
So he put a hit on his at 18
A sweet pie, oh me, oh my
no remorse watching the others cry
Heroin sales, sell
A lot of yellow tape, that Obama 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 I am? The hustle continue
I bought more jewels, I the Wraith
I got a new of shoes, match the watch in the face
Belichick, coaching and calling the shots
Throw a yellow flag, nigga body drops
Then we celebrate, black pop
Time to elevate, we shop
Wale a genius, Mill a superstar
My new in Phoenix, ten car garage
Petite felite, Audemars
no tags needed, nigga, I own them cars
I know them bitches, we met them
Never loved one, them all
I'm a fucking dog, Ricky Ross
Nigga bags 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 quick
I let her see a hundred ki's, a St. Nick
Moving bricks like it's Friday
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat
Looking over my shoulder, I trust a soul
Bought a spot in just for me and my ho
Glock .40, even I shower
Chrome .22 in my swimming
Mob ties and I pray the music set me
May the powers that be, 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, gunshot in the
Payback is a
Yes, I feel it I squeeze the trigger
I feel the air my enemies die
I the strength of ten killas
is to be, will be
Only God on can kill me
these fucking streets filthy
And I fucking guilty

Gangsta no 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 Violate a gangsta and bullets fly
Boy die
go off ah suh we say
Murderings in

You not be around, when the sun goes 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 dem screaming
Entire country sweet gyal
Ya already know the meaning but its
Go and clean, ya cant me ya must be dreaming

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