Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

We used to on a rug
A momma never said, she loved or 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
Fuck a movie, the

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

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

Blood red
The feds gettin' bread from the
guys cops risk lay-off to stay off the block
Transportin' 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 tell it can spell it
It's about respect for God knows you was 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 ain't all about

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

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

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

See ones Nigga Yuk, look somebody gon' die
You could took a try and kiss that ass
You be found in your home Nigga, head from that 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 with the Mafia, you torn blood from you
Nigga what, holes in you bitches

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

Niggas sure wonder why I hang with these
'Cause my Yuk, fuckin' 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 your

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

up your whole motherfuckin' head, quote us
And roll, with my niggas till the wheels fall
up the motherfuckin' car
And in room we bring the world war

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

See the .45's, see the big
Catchin' murder cases, erasers
Paper with the 98, sittin' 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, ride dope fiend, will her a tint
AK's and vest's, born in California, killed down in

Oh oh, slow your roll here the po-po's
Anything can 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 all Black God
that, we still gon' grind 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 2 shot, and none left in the chain

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

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

Paw, niggas all the way down town
Ride town showin' out pounds
City city fuckin' hoes
Yours ain't a lot act you know

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

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

I be comin' through rages and niggas I pissed off
I'm to get my sick off
I be trickin' them if trick off
All hands about to get off

Nigga I got 'em, fuck up your body when the slugs down
Runnin' up on me you it, the realest 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, feel her, rap-a-lot
that John quicker
I missed the disher
Flat the palms, money is in my

our triggers
Snypaz be red dot
We the and Yuk sent your picture
So droppin'

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

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

The street's popular
Servin' hood like helicopters
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 make niggas act this way
Rich thugs got me mugs
Just to remind a motherfucker, about I was

but love from my thugs
Get your paper
We laugh and drink when we rich, black and know spore
Nigga rap-a-lot Mafia

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

the Mob or get you ass mobbed on
No love to 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
Ain't no sissy niggas

If you don't come with 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

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