Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music (Remix)

I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the
Look up at the stars she honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries goin roof
Even had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no its the truth
So now when I Menage and get its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and that baking taking
that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like at Wendy Williams
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 the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed brown stray Whitney lost weight
Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money funny in the light
But who cares we just throw it in the air
Celebrating pouring moet in her hair
me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car smell like cheese
That boy get salad beef movements
BM on them big things looking foolish
Shawty low big things popping
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 hood and you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord that I've sinned
But I about my future in the loops I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I turned to the
Kept my low key I ain't heard 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 from my balls
If I drop album I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody big
I just sit like look what I did
Then I bow my and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody back to

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

We on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love to every women you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby
I asking for a cent
the house down gotta buy another
Don't the gas can jealous stupid 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 see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you live
I it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I send amen