Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

We to sleep 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 .22's up in the bushes
We ride, G's
Menace to societies the shit
Fuck a movie, the

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

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

shot red
The gettin' bread from the pies
Wise guys cops risk lay-off to stay off the
drop the Yay off

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

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

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

Like some Blackbirds
When we
caskets 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 kiss that ass
You be found in your home Nigga, head blown that Chrome
Fuck with me, I'm livin' wrong

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all motherfuckers 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 with man
who you talk to
We kill if that's what it's brought to

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

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

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

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 trick off
All about to get kicked off

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

Yo, who the Mob, feel her, rap-a-lot
Kick John quicker
I missed the bomb
Flat the palms, money is in my

With our
Snypaz be red dot
We the Mafia and Yuk sent your
So we're

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

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

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

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

Nothin' but love from my
Get paper 'cause
We and drink when we rich, black and know this spore
Nigga rap-a-lot Mafia

You ain't gotta come from Crane street, 200 or Circle
It's all about do you
Rap-a-lot life
on the streets

Recognize the Mob or get you ass on
No love to ones who
We motherfuckers toes
And we ain't got a dress code

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

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 homies up in 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 name