Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

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

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

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

Since died
It's the West coast shit died
But be the realest shit alive, ride or die
So high am I, nigga you can't tell the eyes

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

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

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

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

We run the streets in Houston, Texas
We mobilize and we been high
Our die
our pull a fry, bullets fly

Like some motherfuckin'
we ride
It's and con words
Mob

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 left in the chain

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

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

Paw, niggas all the way tugged down
Ride around town showin' out
City after fuckin' hoes
Yours ain't a lot act you know

Capone with the complete assassinater
With paper, up a nigga shit like sky pagers
major, save a whole out of not
Stop, if you your 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' rages and niggas thinkin' I pissed off
I'm to get my sick off
I be trickin' if they trick off
All about to get kicked off

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

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

our triggers
Snypaz be red dot
We the Mafia and Yuk your picture
So droppin'

you speakin', role one
Kill each other, some
Po-po's to folks some
Rap-a-lot known from

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

The most popular
your hood like helicopters
Say the wrong thing and I'll ya
Disrespect the Mob, young catch punkin'

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

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

You ain't gotta come Crane street, 200 or Circle piece
all about do you believe
Rap-a-lot life
Rap-a-lot on the

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

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

If you don't with them you got a problem
Solve 'em, hit 'em with the .44
Make an amount of what is right before his daughter
Exactly the doctor ordered

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