Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, niggas looting
I Kenneth 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
shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, theories
indictments handed to the grand jury
Get money now, you hated by your own kind
The home done by niggas in your bloodline
GABOS, game based on sympathy
So he put a hit on his at 18
A potato pie, oh me, oh my
Showing no remorse watching the cry
Heroin sales, detectives'll
A lot of yellow tape, where that Obama
This the mob, bitch, silk
concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating, though they studied my
I'm like Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of
Two on my life, they threatened venues
Can't you see what I am? The continue
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
Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga drops
Then we celebrate, bottles pop
to elevate, we re-open shop
Wale a genius, Mill a superstar
My new in Phoenix, ten car garage
Petite felite, platinum
Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own cars
I them bitches, we met them broads
Never loved one, them all
I'm a dog, Ricky fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin just for my runner-ups
But my bitch she get the main dish
Not the old range, that was a lame
weave, she say I came quick
I let her see a hundred ki's, a St. Nick
Moving bricks like it's Black
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat
Looking my shoulder, I can't trust a soul
Bought a spot in Anguilla for me and my ho
Glock .40, when I shower
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 killers mourn for ya
It's gonna be a
One month, one day it's gonna be a
Bop, in the head
is a motherfucker
Yes, I it when I squeeze the trigger
I the air when my enemies die
I feel the of ten killas
is to be, will be
Only God on can kill me
'Cause these fucking filthy
And I ain't fucking

no take no chance, from no guy
Know why? Violate a gangsta and 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
in anyway

You better not be around, when the sun down
And the real real killas, them for you
Ay, it's gonna be a
One bust, one dead, gonna be a bloodshed
Gun in a head

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

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