Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

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

new bushes with .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 the police, thugged out like Napoleon
Grab the milli, from my belly, catch new
in your Pelle Pelle, smell me

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

Blood red
The feds gettin' from the pies
guys cops risk lay-off to stay off the block
Transportin' the Yay off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas is die, niggas come from the pound
and S-S's, born 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 niggas till the wheels
up the motherfuckin' car
And in this room we 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
Texas roll real, swing wide '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 start shit
this 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 roll come the po-po's
Anything can happen ridin' execution capital
E-Rock the stupid fo', who's with this 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 your mind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, who the Mob, feel her, rap-a-lot
that John quicker
I the bomb disher
the palms, money is in my figures

With our
be red dot niggas
We the and Yuk sent your picture
So we're

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

We put's on niggas
We hold money bitches
Let the world recognize the realest
When it's bangin' Mafia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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