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 coming
I the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac pack
It's death row, theories
Concealed indictments to the grand jury
Get some money now, you by your own kind
The home invasion done by in your 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 tape, where that Obama care?
This the mob, bitch, underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim
hating, though they studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of
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 of shoes, match the watch in the face
Bill Belichick, and calling the shots
Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga drops
we celebrate, black bottles pop
Time to elevate, we re-open
Wale a genius, Meek Mill a
My new in Phoenix, ten car garage
Petite felite, Audemars
Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own cars
I know them bitches, we met them
Never loved one, fucked all
I'm a fucking dog, Ricky fucking
Nigga Birkin bags for my runner-ups
But my bitch she get the main dish
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 it's Black Friday
She gotta me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking my shoulder, I can't trust a soul
Bought a spot in Anguilla for me and my ho
Glock .40, even I shower
.22 in my swimming towel
Mob ties and I pray the music set me
May the powers that be, let me be

We around when the sun down
And the real, real killers they 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 when I the trigger
I the air when my enemies die
I feel the of ten killas
What is to be, be
Only God on can kill me
'Cause these streets filthy
And I fucking guilty

Gangsta no no chance, from 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 why? Violate a 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 real killas, hunt for you
Ay, it's gonna be a
One bust, one dead, it's be a bloodshed
Gun in a head

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

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