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?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they roof
once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no its the truth
So now when I Menage and get its the proof
Proofs in the and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos
to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
hoes so excited they catching every drop
I'm the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them
Martin had a dream bob got I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo Mike Vick payed bobby brown 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
Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her
me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car like blue cheese
That boy get beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big looking foolish
sitting low big things popping
Tip on the glock from a up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the and nigga you lil trey
ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the
Banned in but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but that be better roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and knows that I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the I could pin
out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard 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 they from my balls
If I another album I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's riding big
I just sit back look what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
Once I said my prayer everybody to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura 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 niggas I'm bored

We stepping on ya crew until you motherfuckers
And making sweet to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis baby mama
I asking for a cent
the house down gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous motherfucker
To another chapter paper that I
Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking
Women love to stare cause know they see the money
I open up my by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont 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
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm crab meats
Ice so right other envy 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