Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

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

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

We filled Chinese, essays, niggas, Cambodians
Or go against the police, thugged out Napoleon
Grab the milli, from my belly, new welly
Slugs in Pelle Pelle, smell me

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

Blood red
The feds bread from the pies
Wise guys cops risk lay-off to off the block
drop the Yay off

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

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

We be the motherfuckers in the Rap game
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 high
Our die
our pull a fry, bullets fly

Like some Blackbirds
When we
caskets and con words
Mob

Fuck peace, see it's all about
Put that Tek to you silent, leave you
I'ma creep 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 kiss ass goodbye
You be found in home Nigga, head blown from that Chrome
Fuck with me, I'm livin' nigga

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

You wear you vest, real tight bitch
The gonna put it in you life bitch
Ain't no stoppin' up
The only bitch it down with the Mafia, rap-a-lot Mafia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh oh, slow your here come the po-po's
Anything can happen ridin' through execution
E-Rock the stupid fo', ridin' 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
that, we still gon' grind on the side
To make motherfuckers mind

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

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

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

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

Capone with the city assassinater
With paper, blow up a shit like sky pagers
It's major, a whole out of not
Stop, if you think your fin popped

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

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

I got 'em, fuck 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 and calling your momma nigga

Yo, who the Mob, feel her, nigga
Kick that quicker
I missed the disher
Flat the palms, money is in my

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

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

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

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

Wishin' you was dead, layin in bed the
Nigga what did I say, to these niggas act this way
Rich thugs got me mugs
Just to a motherfucker, about where I was

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

You ain't gotta from Crane street, 200 or Circle 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 to ones who oppose
We taggin' toes
And we ain't even got a dress

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

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

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