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 nigga rowed
Niggas him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, gift pack
death row, conspiracy theories
Concealed handed to the grand jury
Get some now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in bloodline
GABOS, game ain't on sympathy
So he put a hit on his at 18
A sweet pie, oh me, oh my
Showing no remorse watching the cry
sales, detectives'll sell
A lot of yellow tape, where that Obama
This the mob, bitch, silk
concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating, though studied my moves
I'm Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of Jews
Two attempts on my life, threatened venues
Can't you see what I am? The continue
I more jewels, I ordered the Wraith
I got a new style of shoes, match the watch in the
Bill Belichick, and calling the shots
Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga drops
Then we celebrate, bottles 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, them all
I'm a fucking dog, fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin bags for my runner-ups
But my main she get the main dish
Not the old range, that was a lame
Brazilian weave, she say I quick
I let her see a hundred ki's, a St. Nick
Moving bricks it's Black Friday
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat
Looking over my shoulder, I can't trust a
Bought a spot in just for me and my ho
Glock .40, even when I
Chrome .22 in my swimming
Mob ties and I pray the set me free
May the powers be, nigga let me be

We around when the sun down
And the real, real killers mourn 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 feel the air when my die
I the strength of ten killas
is to be, will be
Only God on earth can me
'Cause fucking streets filthy
And I fucking guilty

no take no chance, from no guy
Know 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 gangsta and fly
Boy die
go off ah suh we say
Murderings in

You not be around, when the sun goes down
And the real killas, them hunt for you
Ay, it's be a bloodshed
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 know the but its streaming
Go and clean, ya cant diss me ya be dreaming

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