Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, young niggas
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a
hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept the candle lit, my nigga never
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 some money now, you hated by your own
The home invasion done by niggas in your
GABOS, game ain't 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 tape, where that Obama care?
the mob, bitch, silk underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim
Niggas hating, though studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan, in view of of Jews
Two attempts on my life, they threatened
Can't you see what I am? The continue
I bought jewels, I ordered the Wraith
I got a new of shoes, match the watch in the face
Bill Belichick, coaching and calling the
Throw a yellow flag, pussy body drops
we celebrate, black bottles pop
Time to elevate, we shop
Wale a genius, Meek Mill a
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
loved one, fucked them all
I'm a dog, Ricky fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin bags just for my
But my main bitch she get the dish
Not the old range, that was a lame
Brazilian weave, she say I quick
I let her see a hundred ki's, a different St.
bricks like it's Black 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
.22 in my swimming towel
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 they for ya
It's 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 feel the strength of ten
What is to be, be
Only God on earth can me
'Cause fucking streets 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
no take no chance, from no guy
Know why? Violate a 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 real killas, hunt for you
Ay, gonna be a bloodshed
One bust, one dead, it's be a bloodshed
Gun in a head

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

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