Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia N***z

That dope, yeah hoe, yeah hoe
Yeah hoe, hoe, yeah hoe

We gotta come we get down and dirty for our figas
We gotta come like we be quick to back on some triggas
We gotta come you know devil shit is still up in us
We mafia niggas, we mafia

We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our
We gotta come like we be quick to pull on some triggas
We gotta come you know devil shit is still up in us
We niggas, we mafia niggas

So that wicked got shit you bitches neva saw
I come wit and they bumpin' now I'll break the law
I cut the air for you breathe, I'm blazin' on these greens
[Incomprehensible] we'll yo leg all off

You chokin' exhaust, you lost up in the sauce
You stumble against the wall, play with Lord at all
You didn't listen now you pissin' yo leg and got a gun
Against yo head, you know, I'm headin' for a bloody

I'm to go for boss, prepare for all the cops
I got 'em possin' when I it and we'll get 'em all
I'm for the calls, bitch, don't you hit the balls
I'll lock you bitches in the ice box when full of frost

Bitch, don't you when I am high, I leave a dimple?
Cock back pistol and I'll pop you like a pimple
I got the 2 and the stones in home with the chrome
You alone, and the rest is simple

We gotta like we get down and dirty for our figas
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on triggas
We gotta come you know devil shit is still up in us
We niggas, we mafia niggas

We gotta like we get down and dirty for our figas
We gotta like we be quick to pull back on some triggas
We gotta come you know that devil shit is up in us
We niggas, we mafia niggas

Ain't no nigga don't play me
Play wit me my nigga, I'm lay ya in the street
All I came for is cheese, maybe hard to believe
I'm gonna lock down a and let yo bitch ass bleed

Let y'all know that I came wit some shit up my
Know what I mean, my nigga? It's just me
Slit a line down my sleeve, something put some in yo heart
It's only the shit, don't get shit started

Now ever since we came, them don't know where to go
try to go to they crib, I shot around in they home
I'm bustin' lugas with lugas do ya nigga
I'm send some straight through ya, screw ya
'Bout business, 'bout these boys, 'bout this witness

Wit these toys, wit these toys, yeah, we gotta the noise
When we cock 'em to kill 'em, rob 'em, stop 'em
Wit a off shot gun niggas in the street
And fried up only dog food and rockin' so dope
The toxic in the madness, it's psychotic

We come like we get down and dirty for our figas
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on triggas