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
polluted with drugs, salute '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
Menace to the real shit
a movie, the village

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga 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, holes in you bitches

You wear you vest, real tight bitch
The Mafia gonna put it in you life
no motherfucker stoppin' up
The only puttin' it down with the Mafia, rap-a-lot Mafia

Niggas sure wonder why I hang with thugs
'Cause my nigga Yuk, these niggas up
Nigga, rap-a-lot, Mafia till I die
Because 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, born to be a
Fill a nigga, body holes
the toe when he showed up

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

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

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

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

Oh oh, slow your here come the po-po's
can happen ridin' through execution capital
E-Rock the fo', who's ridin' with this nigga 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 gon' grind on the side
To make your motherfuckers

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

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

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

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

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

Rap-a-lot stop, won't, don't stop
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 I pissed 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 feel it, the realest and bound
With the called Yuk, we brakin' bed and ballin'
hollin', bloody bodies with no heads 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
be red dot niggas
We the and Yuk sent your picture
So droppin'

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

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

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

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

Nothin' but love my thugs
Get your paper
We laugh and drink when we rich, and know this spore
this rap-a-lot Mafia

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

Recognize the Mob or get you ass on
No to ones who oppose
We motherfuckers toes
And we even got a dress code

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

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

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