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 coming home
I kept the candle lit, my nigga rowed
Niggas him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac pack
It's row, conspiracy theories
Concealed indictments handed to the jury
Get some money now, you hated by 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 sweet pie, oh me, oh my
Showing no remorse the others cry
Heroin sales, detectives'll
A lot of yellow tape, that Obama care?
This the mob, bitch, underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim
Niggas hating, they studied my moves
I'm Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of Jews
Two attempts on my life, they venues
Can't you see I am? The hustle continue
I bought jewels, I ordered the Wraith
I got a new style of shoes, match the in the face
Bill Belichick, coaching and calling the
Throw a yellow flag, pussy body drops
Then we celebrate, bottles pop
Time to elevate, we shop
a genius, Meek Mill a superstar
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 dog, Ricky fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin bags for my runner-ups
But my main bitch she get the main
Not the old range, that was a bitch
Brazilian weave, she say I came
I let her see a ki's, a different St. Nick
Moving bricks like it's Friday
She gotta fuck me or me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I can't a soul
Bought a in Anguilla just for me and my ho
Glock .40, even I shower
Chrome .22 in my towel
Mob and I pray the music set me free
May the powers be, nigga let me be

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

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 take no chance, no guy
Know Violate a gangsta 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 be a bloodshed
One bust, one dead, it's gonna be a
Gun shot in a

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 must be

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