Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music (Remix)

I got a feeling really that my money be the root
Look up at the she like honey where the roof?
up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a
That boy had it hard no facade its the
So now I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs in the pudding and that baking taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy
I flip my finger I'm chilling 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 in Jamaica
We cut down the bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I
That Mayweather money funny in the light
But who really we just throw it in the air
wealth pouring moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the is a weave
Trunk full of white car like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef movements
BM dubs on them big looking foolish
Shawty low big things popping
Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the
one time I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya tray
Love my handgun but my chopper the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to
1996 kilos was the shit but that be then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord knows that sinned
But I about my future 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 from in
I came up wit a strategy to up mathematically
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my
If I drop album I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's riding big
I just sit back like what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
Once I said my prayer everybody 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 ill make u dinner take 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 they coil im at you
Cause kill you niggas I'm bored

We stepping on ya until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love to every women you lust
I love to pay her can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't for a cent
Burn the house gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous motherfucker
To another paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you funny
Women love to stare cause they they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out that's a gift maybe you could 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 suites and I'm crab meats
Ice so right other rappers they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen