Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music (Remix)

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

Creflo pray Mike Vick bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad I write
That Mayweather looking funny in the light
But who really cares we throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring in her hair
me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full of car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking
sitting low big things popping
Tip on the glock from a crip up in shooting at the cops
one time 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 handgun but my chopper 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 I've sinned
But I thought about my in the loops I could pin
Walked out on a gig and I turned to the
my name 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 sweat my balls
If I drop album I did that for my dogs
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 think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u 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 loyal snakes slithered in they coil im at you
Cause kill you when I'm bored

We stepping on ya until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet to every women that 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 down gotta buy
Don't forget the gas can jealous motherfucker
To another paper that I captured
Caught up in the off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you funny
Women love to cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby a gift maybe you could live
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 meats
Ice so right other envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen