Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music (Remix)

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

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo on the pad when I write
That money looking funny in the light
But who really we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring in her hair
me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car smell like blue
That boy get salad beef bout
BM on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big popping
Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the
Fuck one I gave her to the block
I 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil'
Love my handgun but my chopper still the
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofing that be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord knows that I've
But I thought about my future in the loops I pin
Walked out on a gig and I turned to the
Kept my name low key I ain't heard in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to up mathematically
I did it for the city but now mad at me
em all they sweat from my balls
If I another album I did that for my dogs
10 everybody riding big
I just sit back look what I did
I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my everybody back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner 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 slithered in they coil im laughing at you
Cause kill you niggas I'm bored

We stepping on ya crew until you crush
And making love to every women 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 house down gotta buy
forget the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker
To another paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of and laughter
Homicide is humor and you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know see the money
I open up my mind by bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to used to run the street
Young nigga feet now I'm in the suites 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 one I won't send amen