Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music (Remix)

I got a feeling nigga really that my be the root
Look up at the stars she like where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs they goin roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a
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 making got her taking photos
Listening to niggas like at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20
The turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so they catching every drop
I'm the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I
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 the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car smell like cheese
That boy get salad bout movements
BM dubs on them big looking foolish
Shawty low big things popping
Tip on the glock from a up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one I gave 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
in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was and lord knows that I've sinned
But I thought about my in the loops I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't from in weeks
I came up wit a to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my
If I another album I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody big
I sit back like look what I did
Then I bow my and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my everybody back to business

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

We on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I asking for a cent
the house down gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid
To another chapter that I captured
Caught up in the off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is humor and you looking funny
Women love to stare they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening 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 to give used to run the street
Young nigga feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen