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 with drugs, 'em with thugs

We used to on a rug
A momma never said, she 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
a movie, the village

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

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

shot red
The feds gettin' bread the pies
Wise guys risk lay-off to stay off the block
Transportin' the Yay off

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

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

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

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

Like some Blackbirds
When we
caskets and con words
Mob

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

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

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' 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 down with the Mafia, Mafia

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

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

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

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

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

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

the Mob bitch, all day this thug 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, 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, squabble the gun, played out, ya

We mob figgers, we to take the world out
At 50 all Black God
that, we still gon' grind on the side
To make motherfuckers 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 it's rap-a-lot man
Is to be fuckin' man
who you talk to
We kill if that's what it's brought to

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

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

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

Rap-a-lot 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 and niggas thinkin' I pissed off
I'm to get my sick off
I be trickin' them if they off
All hands about to get off

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

Yo, who the Mob, feel her, nigga
Kick John quicker
I missed the disher
the palms, money is in my figures

With our
Snypaz be red dot
We the Mafia and Yuk sent your
So we're

Maybe you speakin', one
Kill each other, smoke
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 it's bangin' rap-a-lot

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

you was dead, layin in bed the next
Nigga what did I say, to make these act this way
Rich thugs still got me
to remind a motherfucker, about where I was

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

You ain't gotta from 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 to ones who oppose
We taggin' motherfuckers
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 don't come with them you got a
Solve 'em, hit 'em the .44 revolver
Make an amount of what believe is right his daughter
Exactly the doctor ordered

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