Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

We to sleep on a rug
A momma said, she loved or hugged us
It's just us, me and my two
I'm too

Plus new with .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
the milli, from my belly, catch new welly
Slugs in your Pelle, smell me

Makaveli died
It's like the West shit died
But Regime be the realest shit alive, 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 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 tell it can spell it
about respect for God knows you was talking too
And the came

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

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

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

Fuck peace, see it's all about
Put that Tek to you silent, you howlin'
I'ma creep ya, I'ma put it on ya
(Yeah, who)
Drop 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 home Nigga, head blown from that Chrome
Fuck with me, I'm livin' wrong

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, bustin' holes in you

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

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

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

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

Blow up whole motherfuckin' head, quote us
And I'ma roll, my niggas till the wheels fall
Clean up the car
And in room we bring 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
Texas roll real, swing knock 'em out
Double O and Yuk what you talkin' about

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

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

Oh oh, slow your here come the po-po's
Anything can ridin' through execution capital
E-Rock the stupid fo', who's ridin' with this Yuk
We the Mafia, squabble the gun, 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 motherfuckers mind

I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all y'all 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 fuckin' man
who you talk to
We kill if that's what it's down to

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

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

Capone with the city complete
With paper, blow up a nigga 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, don't
And we did hit the top, mob

I be through rages and niggas thinkin' I pissed off
I'm itchin' to get my off
I be trickin' them if they off
All hands about to get off

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

Yo, who the Mob, her, rap-a-lot nigga
that John quicker
I missed the disher
Flat the palms, is in my figures

our triggers
Snypaz be red dot
We the Mafia and Yuk sent your
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 over bitches
Let the whole recognize the realest
it's bangin' rap-a-lot Mafia

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

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

Nothin' but love my thugs
Get paper 'cause
We laugh and drink when we rich, black and 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
Rap-a-lot on the

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

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

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

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