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 where the roof?
Pull up hear the canaries they goin 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 massaged its the
Proofs in the and that baking sodas taking
Paper I'm making got her taking photos naked
to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm on 20 million
The rumors me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they every drop
I'm dodging the like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad I write
That money looking funny in the light
But who cares we just throw it in the air
wealth pouring moet in her hair
Excuse me her the blue is a weave
Trunk full of white car like blue cheese
That boy get salad bout movements
BM dubs on them big things foolish
Shawty sitting low big popping
Tip on the from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
one time I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil'
Love my handgun but my chopper still the
in 1994 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 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 to come up mathematically
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody 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 looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
ain't loyal snakes slithered in they coil im laughing at you
Cause you niggas when I'm bored

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