Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

We used to 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 societies the shit
a movie, the village

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

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

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

You off the top
Smoke-a-lot on the lock
For flippin' like Nadia
Mafia, Mafia

My nigga, my nigga, I'm to say to
You try to it can even spell it
It's about 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 records

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

Like some motherfuckin'
we ride
It's caskets and con
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 bombs on ya like they did in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh oh, your 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, the gun, played out, droppin' ya

We mob figgers, we to take the world out
At 50 states all God
After that, we still grind on the side
To make your motherfuckers

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 none in the chain

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

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

Paw, niggas all the way tugged down
around town showin' out pounds
City after city hoes
Yours a lot act like you know

Capone with the city assassinater
With paper, blow up a nigga like sky pagers
It's major, save a out of not
Stop, if you think your 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, 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 they off
All hands to get kicked off

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

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

With our
Snypaz be red dot
We the Mafia and Yuk sent picture
So droppin'

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

We put's on niggas
We money over bitches
Let the whole recognize the realest
When it's bangin' rap-a-lot

The street's most
Servin' your hood helicopters
Say the wrong thing and I'll ya
Disrespect the Mob, young catch punkin'

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

Nothin' but from my thugs
Get paper 'cause
We laugh and drink when we rich, black and this spore
this rap-a-lot Mafia

You gotta come from Crane street, 200 or Circle piece
It's all do you believe
Rap-a-lot life
on the streets

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

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

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

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