Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

I live the life of a hooler, ten pages
Turn around and shoot 'em, Buddha
We 'em in the creak to loose 'em
Streets polluted with drugs, salute 'em thugs

We to sleep on a rug
A momma never said, she loved or us
just us, me and my two sisters
I'm too

Plus new bushes with .22's up in the
We ride, G's
Menace to the real shit
a movie, the village

We with Chinese, essays, niggas, Cambodians
Or go against the police, thugged out like
Grab the milli, from my belly, catch new
Slugs in your Pelle Pelle, me

Makaveli died
It's like the West shit died
But Regime be the shit alive, ride or die
So high am I, nigga you can't from the eyes

Blood red
The feds gettin' bread the pies
Wise guys cops risk to stay off the block
Transportin' the Yay off

You off the top
popular on the lock
For flippin' birds Nadia
Mafia, rap-a-lot

My nigga, my nigga, I'm to say to
You try to tell it can even it
It's respect for God knows you was talking too
And the slap

We be the realest motherfuckers in the Rap
Rap-a-lot Mafia, you ready for what we got for ya
I make a doctor ya
See, it ain't all about

We run the motherfuckin' streets in Houston,
We mobilize and we been rated
Our die
our pull a fry, bullets fly

Like some motherfuckin'
When we
It's caskets and con
Mob

peace, see it's all about violence
Put that Tek to you silent, leave you
creep upon ya, I'ma put it on ya
(Yeah, who)
Drop on ya like they did in Oklahoma

See ones Nigga Yuk, look somebody gon' die
You could took a try and that ass goodbye
You be in your home Nigga, head blown from that Chrome
Fuck with me, I'm livin' wrong

Nigga remember me, I'm the one, get ya
You better pray that God has ya
Fuckin' round with the Mafia, you torn blood you bitches
Nigga what, bustin' holes in you

You better you vest, real tight bitch
The Mafia put it in you life bitch
no motherfucker stoppin' up
The only bitch puttin' it down with the Mafia, rap-a-lot

sure wonder why I hang with these thugs
'Cause my Yuk, fuckin' these niggas up
Nigga, rap-a-lot, Mafia till I die
Why? Because we

do or die
and .45's
9's
Right up between eyes

Niggas is gon' die, niggas come from the
Hummers and S-S's, to be a killer
Fill a nigga, body holes
the toe when he showed up

Blow up your whole head, quote us
And I'ma roll, with my till the wheels fall
up the motherfuckin' car
And in this room we bring the war

See the Circle piece be the satellite from the 5th
Command union, how we do it, how we do it the South
Texas real, swing wide knock 'em out
Double O and Yuk worldwide what you about

See the .45's, see the big
Catchin' murder cases, hood
Paper chasers with the 98, sittin' on
in the bay with the Tek to place

Recognize the Mob bitch, all day this thug
Blisted up, fingers for niggas that start shit
Creep this as I quick, ride dope fiend, will her with a tint
AK's and vest's, born in California, killed in Texas

Oh oh, your roll here come the po-po's
Anything can happen ridin' execution capital
E-Rock the stupid fo', who's with this nigga Yuk
We the Mafia, squabble the gun, played out, ya

We mob figgers, we to take the world out
At 50 all Black God
After that, we still gon' grind on the
To your motherfuckers mind

I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all y'all motherfuckers
We gon drive by, we walk up and do these niggas out the
We sell 2 shot, and none in the chain

'Cause it's rap-a-lot man
Is to be with man
who you talk to
We if that's what it's brought down to

Off with his head with the lead
Dead leave his Hilfiger all real
Said it's motherfucker locked in your
Shot's be dropped, right here, right now

Paw, niggas all the way tugged town
Ride around town out pounds
after city fuckin' hoes
Yours a lot act like you know

Capone with the city complete
With paper, blow up a nigga shit like sky
major, save a whole out of not
Stop, if you think feelin' fin popped

Rap-a-lot can't stop, won't, stop
And we did hit the top
Rap-a-lot stop, won't, don't stop
And we did hit the top, mob

I be comin' through rages and niggas thinkin' I off
I'm to get my sick off
I be trickin' them if they off
All hands to get kicked off

I got 'em, fuck up your body when the slugs touch down
Runnin' up on me you feel it, the and platinum bound
With the called Yuk, we brakin' bed and ballin'
Feds hollin', bodies with no heads and calling your momma nigga

Yo, who the Mob, her, rap-a-lot nigga
Kick John quicker
I the bomb disher
Flat the palms, money is in my

With our
be red dot niggas
We the Mafia and Yuk your picture
So we're

Maybe you speakin', one
Kill each other, smoke
Po-po's pass to folks
Rap-a-lot Mafia known

We limits on niggas
We hold money over
Let the whole world recognize the
When it's bangin' Mafia

The street's most
Servin' hood like helicopters
Say the thing and I'll slaughter ya
Disrespect the Mob, young catch heads

you was dead, layin in bed the next
Nigga what did I say, to make these act this way
Rich thugs still got me
to remind a motherfucker, about where I was

Nothin' but from my thugs
Get your paper
We laugh and when we rich, black and know this spore
this rap-a-lot Mafia

You ain't gotta come from Crane street, 200 or piece
It's all about do you
Rap-a-lot Mafia
Rap-a-lot on the

the Mob or get you ass mobbed on
No love to ones who
We taggin' toes
And we ain't even got a dress

Just those, 1000 in front of Expo's
Waitin' on the next
So let's and let's go
no sissy niggas survivin'

If you don't come with them you got a
Solve 'em, hit 'em the .44 revolver
Make an amount of what believe is right his daughter
Exactly like the doctor

Dressin' your up in church clothes
You took the shot, that the black hoe
And that's cold, but the motherfuckin' thing
Respect the Mob and Little J and the family