Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music (Remix)

I got a feeling nigga really my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they roof
Even 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
Proofs in the pudding and baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy
I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20
The rumors turn me on I'm at the top
These so excited they catching every drop
I'm dodging the like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo on the pad when I write
That Mayweather looking funny in the light
But who really cares we just it in the air
Celebrating pouring moet in her hair
Excuse me her the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car smell blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout
BM on them big things looking foolish
sitting low big things popping
Tip on the from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I gave her to the
I fucked 1 time we boys in the and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya tray
Love my but my chopper still the shit
in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos was the shit but be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was and lord knows that I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the loops I pin
Walked out on a gig and I to the streets
Kept my low key I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they from my balls
If I drop another album I did that for my
10 everybody riding big
I just sit like look 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 people looking from a distance think I'm big kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a
Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in they im laughing at you
kill you niggas when I'm bored

We on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love to every women that you
I love to pay her bills can't to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't for a cent
Burn the house down buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous motherfucker
To another chapter that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and
Homicide is humor and nigga you funny
Women love to stare cause they know see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run the
Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a to my enemies one I won't send amen