Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

We used to on a rug
A momma never said, she loved or 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
Menace to the real shit
Fuck a movie, the

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

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

Blood red
The feds bread from the pies
Wise guys risk lay-off 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 even it
It's about respect for God knows you was too
And the came

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

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

Like motherfuckin' Blackbirds
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 creep upon ya, put it on ya
(Yeah, who)
bombs on ya like they did in Oklahoma

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

Nigga remember me, I'm the one, get ya
You better 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, real bitch
The Mafia put it in you life bitch
Ain't no motherfucker up
The only bitch puttin' it down with the Mafia, Mafia

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

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
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 fall
Clean up the 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 roll real, swing wide 'em out
O and Yuk worldwide what you talkin' about

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

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

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

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

I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all motherfuckers dyin'
We gon drive by, we up and do these niggas out the game
We sell 2 shot, and left in the chain

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

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

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

can't 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 comin' through rages and niggas thinkin' I off
I'm itchin' to get my off
I be trickin' them if they off
All hands to get kicked off

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

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

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

you speakin', role one
Kill each other, some
pass to folks some
Rap-a-lot Mafia known

We put's limits on
We hold money over
Let the whole recognize the realest
When it's rap-a-lot Mafia

The street's most
your hood like helicopters
Say the thing 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 niggas act way
Rich thugs still got me
Just to remind a motherfucker, where 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 do you believe
Mafia life
Rap-a-lot on the

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

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

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

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