Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

We used to 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 societies the real
Fuck a movie, the

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

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

Blood red
The feds bread from the pies
Wise cops risk lay-off to stay off the block
Transportin' the Yay off

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

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

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

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

Like motherfuckin' Blackbirds
When we
caskets and con words
Mob

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blow up your whole head, quote us
And I'ma roll, my niggas 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 the South
Texas roll real, wide knock 'em out
O and Yuk worldwide what you talkin' about

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

Recognize the Mob bitch, all day this thug
Blisted up, trigger fingers for niggas that start
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, slow roll here come the po-po's
can happen ridin' through execution capital
E-Rock the stupid fo', ridin' with this nigga Yuk
We the Mafia, squabble the gun, played out, ya

We mob figgers, we to the whole world out
At 50 states all God
After that, we gon' 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 niggas out the game
We sell 2 shot, and left in the chain

'Cause it's Mafia man
Is to be fuckin' man
who you talk to
We if that's what it's brought down to

Off with his head with the lead
Dead his Hilfiger shirt all real
Said it's motherfucker locked in your
Shot's will be dropped, 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 shit like sky pagers
It's major, a whole out of not
Stop, if you think your feelin' fin

Rap-a-lot can't stop, won't, don't
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 to get my sick off
I be trickin' them if they off
All hands about to get off

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

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

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

Maybe you speakin', one
each other, smoke some
Po-po's to folks some
Rap-a-lot Mafia from

We limits on niggas
We hold over bitches
Let the whole world the realest
When bangin' rap-a-lot Mafia

The most popular
Servin' your hood helicopters
Say the thing and I'll slaughter ya
Disrespect the Mob, catch punkin' heads

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

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

You ain't gotta come from street, 200 or Circle piece
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 motherfuckers toes
And we even got a dress code

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

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

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