Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music (Remix)

I got a feeling really that my money be the root
up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries goin roof
once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no its the truth
So now I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs in the and that baking sodas taking
Paper I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like at Wendy Williams
I flip my finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm at the top
These hoes so excited they every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot in Jamaica
We cut down the weed the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad I write
That Mayweather money looking in the light
But who really we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring in her hair
Excuse me her weave the is a weave
Trunk of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout
BM dubs on them big things looking
Shawty sitting low big popping
Tip on the glock from a crip up in shooting at the cops
Fuck one I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we ya lil' tray
Love my but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya
was ruthless and lord knows that I've sinned
But I about my future in the loops I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I to the streets
Kept my name low key I heard from in weeks
I up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's riding big
I just sit back like look I did
I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I my prayer everybody back to business

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

We stepping on ya crew until you motherfuckers
And making sweet love to women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson mama
I ain't for a cent
Burn the house down 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 funny
Women to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to used to run the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't amen