Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one of a student
Remarkable hustle, my coming home
I kept the candle lit, my never rowed
Niggas him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, gift pack
death row, conspiracy theories
Concealed indictments to the grand jury
Get money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion by niggas in your bloodline
GABOS, ain't based on sympathy
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 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 hustle
I bought more jewels, I ordered the
I got a new of shoes, match the watch in the face
Bill Belichick, coaching and the shots
a yellow flag, pussy nigga body drops
Then we celebrate, black pop
Time to elevate, we re-open
a genius, Meek Mill a superstar
My new crib in Phoenix, ten car
Petite felite, Audemars
Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own cars
I know bitches, we met them broads
Never one, fucked them all
I'm a fucking dog, Ricky Ross
Nigga Birkin bags just for my
But my main she get the main dish
Not the old range, that was a lame
Brazilian weave, she say I came
I let her see a hundred ki's, a St. Nick
Moving bricks like 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 towel
Mob and I pray the music set me free
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 it's gonna be a
Bop, gunshot in the
Payback is a
Yes, I it when I squeeze the trigger
I feel the air when my die
I the strength of ten killas
What is to be, be
Only God on earth can me
'Cause these fucking streets
And I ain't fucking

Gangsta no take no chance, 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
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 gonna be a
One bust, one dead, it's be a bloodshed
Gun shot in a

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

Jamaicans make dem know we defeat dem (Mo' fire)