Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

I live the life of a hooler, ten pages
Turn around and 'em, concrete Buddha
We threw 'em in the to loose 'em
Streets polluted drugs, salute 'em with 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 real
Fuck a movie, the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

some motherfuckin' Blackbirds
When we
It's and con words
Mob

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

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

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

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

Niggas wonder why I hang with these thugs
'Cause my nigga Yuk, fuckin' these up
Nigga, this rap-a-lot, Mafia I die
Because we ride

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

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

Blow up whole motherfuckin' head, quote us
And I'ma roll, with my niggas till the 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 from the
roll real, swing wide knock 'em out
Double O and Yuk what you talkin' about

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

Recognize the Mob bitch, all day this thug
Blisted up, fingers for niggas 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 in Texas

Oh oh, slow roll here come the po-po's
Anything can happen ridin' execution capital
E-Rock the stupid fo', who's ridin' with this 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 still gon' grind on the
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 rap-a-lot Mafia man
Is to be fuckin' man
who you talk to
We if that's what it's brought down to

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

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

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

Rap-a-lot can't stop, won't, stop
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 rages and thinkin' I pissed off
I'm to get my sick off
I be trickin' if they trick 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 realest and bound
With the nigga called Yuk, we bed and ballin'
Feds hollin', bloody bodies no heads and calling your momma nigga

Yo, who the Mob, her, rap-a-lot nigga
Kick John quicker
I the bomb 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 other, smoke some
Po-po's pass to folks
Rap-a-lot known from

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

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

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

Nothin' but love my thugs
Get your 'cause
We laugh and when we rich, black and know this spore
Nigga this Mafia

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

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

those, 1000 niggas in front of Expo's
Waitin' on the next
So let's and let's go
no sissy niggas survivin'

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

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