Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music (Remix)

I got a nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they roof
once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it no facade its the truth
So now when I and get massaged its the proof
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking naked
Listening to niggas whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my finger 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 holes in
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but I got by

Creflo Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad I write
Mayweather money looking funny in the light
But who really cares we just it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring in her hair
me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef movements
BM dubs on them big things looking
Shawty sitting low big things
Tip on the glock from a up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I her to the block
I 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya we taking ya lil' tray
Love my but my chopper still the shit
Banned in but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos was the 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 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 strategy to up mathematically
I did it for the city but now mad at me
Motherfuck em all they from my balls
If I drop another album I did for my dogs
10 Maybach's riding big
I just sit back like look I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
Once I said my everybody back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking 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 aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes in they coil im laughing at you
Cause kill you niggas when I'm

We stepping on ya crew until you crush
And sweet love to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't asking for a
Burn the house gotta buy another
Don't the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker
To another chapter paper I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking
Women to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank deposit a 100 stacks
up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't but I just like to give used to run the street
nigga bare 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 enemies one I won't amen