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 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 massaged its the
Proofs in the pudding and that sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking naked
to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm at the top
hoes so excited they catching every drop
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in
We cut down the weed bury the paper on acres
Martin had a bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney weight
Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in the
But who really cares we throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth moet in her hair
me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car 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 up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil
ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my but my chopper still the shit
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 sinned
But I thought about my future in the I could pin
out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
em all they sweat 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
Once I said my prayer back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated 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
kill you niggas when I'm bored

We stepping on ya until you motherfuckers crush
And making love to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I asking for a cent
the house down gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid
To chapter paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and
is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to cause 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 maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just to give used to run the street
Young 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 thinking bout them here's a to my enemies one I won't send amen