Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

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

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

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

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

You off the top
popular on the lock
For flippin' birds like
Mafia, Mafia

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

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

Like some Blackbirds
we ride
It's and con words
Mob

Fuck peace, see it's all violence
Put that Tek to you silent, leave you
I'ma upon ya, I'ma put it on ya
(Yeah, who)
Drop bombs on ya like did in Oklahoma

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

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

You better you vest, real tight bitch
The Mafia gonna put it in you life
Ain't no motherfucker 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, these niggas up
Nigga, this rap-a-lot, till I die
Why? we ride

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

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

Blow up whole motherfuckin' head, quote us
And I'ma roll, with my till 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
Command union, how we do it, how we do it from the
Texas roll real, swing knock 'em out
Double O and Yuk worldwide what you talkin'

See the .45's, see the big
Catchin' cases, hood erasers
Paper 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 that start shit
Creep this as I part quick, ride fiend, will her with a tint
AK's and vest's, born in California, down in Texas

Oh oh, your 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, out, droppin' ya

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

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

it's rap-a-lot Mafia man
Is to be with man
who you talk to
We kill if that's what it's down to

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

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

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

I be comin' through rages and niggas thinkin' I off
I'm to get my sick off
I be trickin' them if trick off
All hands to get kicked off

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

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

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

We limits on niggas
We money over bitches
Let the world recognize the realest
When it's bangin' rap-a-lot

The street's most
Servin' your like helicopters
Say the wrong and I'll slaughter ya
Disrespect the Mob, young catch punkin'

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 from my thugs
Get your paper
We laugh and drink we rich, black and know this spore
Nigga this Mafia

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

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

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

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

Dressin' homies up in church 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 name