Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music (Remix)

I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the
Look up at the stars she like honey the roof?
Pull up hear the 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 baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking naked
Listening to like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm 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 acres
Martin had a dream bob got I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I
Mayweather 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 smell like cheese
That boy get salad bout movements
BM dubs on big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big things
Tip on the glock from a crip up in shooting at the cops
Fuck one I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil
ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to
kilos was the shit but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and lord that I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the loops I pin
out on a gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in
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 drop another album I did 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 people looking from a distance 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 in they coil im laughing at you
Cause kill you niggas when I'm

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 Jackson mama
I ain't asking for a
Burn the house down buy another
Don't forget the gas can stupid motherfucker
To another chapter paper that I
up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they 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 maybe you could
I knew it work but I just 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 rappers envy they all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen