Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music (Remix)

I got a feeling nigga really my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they roof
Even once had a job tar up on a roof
That boy had it no facade its the truth
So now I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and that baking taking
Paper I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm at the top
These hoes so they catching every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in
We cut down the weed bury the on them acres
had a dream bob got high I still 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 funny in the light
But who cares we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring in her hair
Excuse me her the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car smell like 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 Compton shooting at the
Fuck one I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil'
Love my handgun but my chopper still the
in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit
1996 was the shit but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord knows that I've
But I thought about my future in the loops I pin
out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they from my balls
If I drop another album I did that for my
10 Maybach's everybody big
I just sit back like what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
I said my prayer everybody back to business

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

We on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love to every that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson mama
I asking for a cent
Burn the down 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 and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare they know they see the money
I open up my by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift 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 crab
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 one I won't send amen