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 coming
I kept the candle lit, my nigga rowed
caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift
It's row, conspiracy theories
Concealed handed to the grand jury
Get money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your
GABOS, game based on sympathy
So he put a hit on his at 18
A potato pie, oh me, oh my
Showing no remorse the others cry
sales, detectives'll sell
A lot of yellow tape, where that care?
This the mob, bitch, silk
Yeezy concerts, Kim
Niggas hating, though they studied my
I'm like Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of
Two on my life, they threatened venues
Can't you see what I am? The hustle
I bought more jewels, I ordered the
I got a new of shoes, match the watch in the face
Bill Belichick, coaching and the shots
Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga body
Then we celebrate, black pop
Time to elevate, we shop
Wale a genius, Meek Mill a
My new crib in Phoenix, ten car
Petite felite, Audemars
no tags needed, nigga, I own them cars
I them bitches, we met them broads
Never one, fucked them all
I'm a fucking dog, fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin just for my runner-ups
But my bitch she get the main dish
Not the old range, that was a lame
weave, she say I came quick
I let her see a ki's, a different St. Nick
Moving like it's Black Friday
She gotta me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I can't 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 the sun goes down
And the real, killers they mourn for ya
gonna be a bloodshed
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 feel the of ten killas
is to be, will be
Only God on earth can me
'Cause these streets filthy
And I fucking guilty

no take no chance, from no guy
Know why? a gangsta and bullets fly
Boy die
go off ah suh me say
Murderings in
no take no chance, from no guy
Know why? Violate a gangsta and 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, gonna be a bloodshed
One bust, one dead, it's be a bloodshed
Gun shot in a

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

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