Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

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

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

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

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

shot red
The feds gettin' bread the pies
Wise guys cops lay-off to stay off the block
drop the Yay off

You off the top
popular on the lock
For flippin' birds Nadia
Mafia, Mafia

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

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

We run the motherfuckin' in Houston, Texas
We and we been rated high
Our die
When our a fry, bullets fly

some motherfuckin' Blackbirds
When we
caskets and con words
Mob

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

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

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

You better wear you vest, real bitch
The gonna put it in you life bitch
Ain't no stoppin' up
The only bitch puttin' it down with the Mafia, Mafia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paw, niggas all the way tugged town
Ride town showin' out pounds
City after city hoes
Yours ain't a lot act like you

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

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

I be comin' through and niggas thinkin' I pissed off
I'm itchin' to get my off
I be trickin' if they trick off
All about to get kicked off

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

Yo, who the Mob, her, rap-a-lot nigga
Kick that John
I missed the disher
Flat the palms, is in my figures

our triggers
Snypaz be red dot
We the Mafia and Yuk sent picture
So we're

Maybe you speakin', one
Kill each other, smoke
Po-po's to folks some
Mafia known from

We limits on niggas
We hold money bitches
Let the whole world recognize the
When it's rap-a-lot Mafia

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

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

Nothin' but love from my
Get your 'cause
We laugh and drink when we rich, black and this spore
Nigga this rap-a-lot

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

Recognize the Mob or get you ass on
No love to who oppose
We taggin' toes
And we ain't even got a code

Just those, 1000 niggas in of Expo's
Waitin' on the goes
So roll and let's go
Ain't no sissy niggas

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

Dressin' homies up in church clothes
You the shot, that brought the black hoe
And that's cold, but that's the motherfuckin'
the Mob and Little J and the family name