Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music (Remix)

I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the
Look up at the stars she like where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs they goin roof
Even once had a job tar up on a roof
boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I and get massaged its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm on 20 million
The turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot in Jamaica
We cut down the bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money funny in the light
But who cares we just throw it in the air
wealth pouring moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is a
Trunk full of white car smell blue cheese
That boy get beef bout movements
BM dubs on big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big popping
Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the
Fuck one time I her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the and nigga you lil trey
ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my still the shit
Banned in but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofing that be bad for ya skin
Niggas was and lord knows that I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in
I came up wit a strategy to come up
I did it for the city but now mad at me
Motherfuck em all sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that for my
10 Maybach's riding big
I just sit like look what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
Once I said my prayer everybody to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big kunk
Reincarnated of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal slithered in they coil im laughing at you
Cause kill you niggas when I'm

We stepping on ya until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love to every that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't asking for a
Burn the house gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can stupid motherfucker
To another paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking
Women love to stare cause they know they see the
I open up my mind by bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give to run the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating meats
Ice so right other envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen