Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music (Remix)

I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the
up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they roof
once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
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 that I'm making got her taking naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20
The turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These so excited they catching every drop
I'm dodging the debacles pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad I write
That Mayweather money looking in the light
But who really cares we throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is a
Trunk of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef movements
BM dubs on 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 gave her to the
I fucked 1 time we boys in the and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we ya lil' tray
my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to
1996 kilos was the but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord 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 heard 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 drop another album I did for my dogs
10 Maybach's riding big
I just sit back look what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
Once I my prayer everybody back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big daddy
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes in they 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 that you lust
I to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't for a cent
Burn the down gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous motherfucker
To another chapter 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 they see the money
I open up my mind by bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could
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 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