Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music (Remix)

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

Creflo Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in the
But who really we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth moet in her hair
Excuse me her the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef movements
BM dubs on them big things foolish
Shawty sitting low big popping
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 tray
Love my but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to
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
Walked out on a gig and I to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't from in weeks
I up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they from my balls
If I drop album I did that for my dogs
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 back to business

on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner a seat 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 snakes slithered in coil im laughing at you
Cause kill you niggas when I'm

We stepping on ya crew you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love to every women that you
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her Curtis Jackson baby mama
I asking for a cent
Burn the house down buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid
To another paper that I captured
up in the rapture off of gunshots 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 accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift you could live
I it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run the street
nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites 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 bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen