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 they roof
Even once had a job tar up on a roof
boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas
Paper that I'm got her taking photos naked
to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching every
I'm the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them
Martin had a dream bob got high I do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad I write
That Mayweather looking funny in the light
But who really cares we just it in the air
Celebrating wealth moet in her hair
me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get beef bout movements
BM on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big things
Tip on the glock from a crip up in shooting at the cops
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 but my chopper still the shit
Banned in but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofing shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord that I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the loops I pin
Walked out on a gig and I turned to the
Kept my name low key I heard from in weeks
I up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now mad at me
em all they sweat from my balls
If I another album I did that for my dogs
10 everybody riding big
I just sit back look what I did
I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my everybody back to business

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

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