Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

I live the life of a hooler, take ten
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 loved or us
just us, me and my two sisters
I'm too

Plus new bushes with .22's up in the
We ride, G's
Menace to societies the shit
a movie, the village

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

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

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

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

My nigga, my nigga, I'm to say to
You try to tell it can spell it
It's respect for God knows 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 ain't all records

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

some motherfuckin' Blackbirds
When we
caskets and con words
Mob

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

See ones that Nigga Yuk, look somebody 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

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

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

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

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

Niggas is gon' die, come from the pound
Hummers and S-S's, to be a killer
Fill a nigga, body with
Head the toe when he 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 we bring the world war

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

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

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

Oh oh, slow roll here come the po-po's
can happen 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 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 motherfuckers
We gon drive by, we walk up and do niggas out the game
We sell 2 shot, and left in the chain

'Cause it's Mafia man
Is to be fuckin' man
Watch who you to
We kill if that's what it's brought to

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

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

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

can't stop, won't, don't stop
And we did hit the top
can't stop, won't, don't stop
And we did hit the top, mob

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

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

Yo, who the Mob, her, rap-a-lot nigga
Kick John quicker
I missed the bomb
Flat the palms, money is in my

our triggers
Snypaz be red dot
We the Mafia and Yuk your picture
So we're

Maybe you speakin', one
each other, smoke some
Po-po's pass to some
Mafia known from

We put's on niggas
We hold money over
Let the world recognize the realest
When bangin' rap-a-lot Mafia

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

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

Nothin' but love from my
Get your paper
We laugh and drink when we rich, black and know this
Nigga this Mafia

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

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

Just those, 1000 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 them you got a problem
Solve 'em, hit 'em the .44 revolver
Make an amount of what believe is right before his
Exactly like the doctor

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