Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

We used to on a rug
A momma said, she loved or hugged us
It's just us, me and my two
I'm too

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

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

Since Makaveli
It's like the coast shit died
But Regime be the realest shit alive, or die
So high am I, you can't tell from 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 popular on the
For birds like Nadia
Mafia, rap-a-lot

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

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

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

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

Fuck peace, see it's all violence
Put that Tek to you silent, 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 gon' die
You could took a try and kiss ass goodbye
You be found in your home Nigga, blown from that Chrome
Fuck with me, I'm livin' nigga

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

You better wear you vest, real tight
The Mafia gonna put it in you life
Ain't no stoppin' up
The only bitch it down 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
Because we ride

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

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

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

See the Circle be the satellite from the 5th Ward
union, how we do it, how we do it from the South
Texas roll real, swing 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, on steakes
in the bay with the Tek to place

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

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

We mob figgers, we to take the whole out
At 50 all Black God
After that, we still grind on the side
To make motherfuckers mind

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

'Cause it's Mafia man
Is to be with man
Watch who you to
We kill if that's it's brought down to

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

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

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

Rap-a-lot stop, won't, don'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 through rages and niggas thinkin' I pissed off
I'm itchin' to get my off
I be trickin' them if they 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 platinum
With the called Yuk, we brakin' bed and ballin'
Feds hollin', bloody bodies with no heads and calling your nigga

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

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

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

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

The street's popular
your hood like helicopters
Say the wrong thing and I'll 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 got me mugs
to remind 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 come 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 motherfuckers toes
And we ain't even got a code

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

If you come with them you got a problem
'em, hit 'em with the .44 revolver
Make an amount of believe is right before his daughter
Exactly like the doctor

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