Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, young looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a
Remarkable hustle, my niggas home
I kept the candle lit, my nigga rowed
Niggas him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, theories
Concealed indictments to the grand jury
Get money now, you hated by your own kind
The home done by niggas in your bloodline
GABOS, ain't based 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 care?
the mob, bitch, silk underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim
Niggas hating, they studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of
Two attempts on my life, they threatened
Can't you see what I am? The hustle
I bought jewels, I ordered the Wraith
I got a new style of shoes, the watch in the face
Bill Belichick, coaching and the shots
Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga drops
Then we celebrate, bottles pop
Time to elevate, we shop
Wale a genius, Meek Mill a
My new crib in Phoenix, ten car
Petite felite, platinum
Ain't no needed, nigga, I own them cars
I them bitches, we met them broads
Never one, fucked them all
I'm a fucking dog, Ricky fucking
Nigga Birkin just for my runner-ups
But my main she get the main dish
Not the old range, that was a bitch
Brazilian weave, she say I quick
I let her see a hundred ki's, a different St.
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 when I
Chrome .22 in my towel
Mob ties and I pray the music set me
May the that be, nigga let me be

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

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

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

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