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 where the
Pull up the dogs canaries they goin roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a
boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the
Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas
Paper that I'm making got her photos naked
Listening to like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20
The rumors turn me on I'm at the top
These hoes so excited catching every drop
I'm the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the on them acres
Martin had a bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I
That Mayweather money looking funny in the
But who really we just throw it in the air
wealth pouring moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is a
Trunk full of white car smell like blue
boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big things
Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton at the cops
Fuck one I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we ya lil' tray
my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in but I'm to legit to quit
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
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 but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all 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
I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk
spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in coil im laughing at you
kill you niggas when I'm bored

We stepping on ya crew until you crush
And sweet love 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 asking for a
the house down gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous motherfucker
To chapter paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and
Homicide is and nigga you looking funny
Women to stare cause they know they see the money
I up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I like to give used to run the street
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other envy 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 won't send