Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, young looting
I studied Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming
I the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac pack
It's death row, conspiracy
Concealed indictments to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own
The home invasion done by 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 the others cry
Heroin sales, detectives'll
A lot of yellow tape, where Obama care?
This the mob, bitch, underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim
Niggas hating, they 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 bought jewels, I ordered the Wraith
I got a new style of shoes, the watch in the face
Bill Belichick, coaching and calling the
a yellow flag, pussy nigga body drops
Then we celebrate, black pop
to elevate, we re-open shop
Wale a genius, Meek a superstar
My new in Phoenix, ten car garage
Petite felite, platinum
no tags needed, nigga, I own them cars
I know them bitches, we met broads
Never loved one, fucked all
I'm a dog, Ricky fucking Ross
Birkin bags just for my runner-ups
But my main bitch she get the dish
Not the old range, that was a bitch
Brazilian weave, she say I came
I let her see a hundred ki's, a St. Nick
Moving bricks like it's Friday
She gotta 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, when I shower
Chrome .22 in my swimming
Mob ties and I pray the music set me
May the powers be, nigga let me be

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

no take 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
why? Violate a gangsta 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, it's gonna be a
Gun in a head

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

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