Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

We used to on a rug
A momma never said, she or hugged us
It's 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 against the police, out like 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 shit alive, ride or die
So high am I, you can't tell from the eyes

shot red
The gettin' bread from the pies
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, rap-a-lot

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

We be the motherfuckers in the Rap game
Rap-a-lot Mafia, you ain't for what 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 been rated
Our die
When our pull a fry, fly

Like some motherfuckin'
When we
It's caskets and con
Mob

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

See ones that 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 me, I'm livin' wrong nigga

remember me, I'm the one, gon' get ya
You pray that 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, tight bitch
The gonna put it in you life bitch
Ain't no stoppin' up
The bitch puttin' it down with the Mafia, rap-a-lot Mafia

sure wonder why I hang with these thugs
'Cause my nigga Yuk, fuckin' these up
Nigga, this rap-a-lot, 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, to be a killer
Fill a nigga, body holes
the toe when he showed up

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

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

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

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

Oh oh, slow your roll come the po-po's
can happen ridin' through execution capital
E-Rock the fo', who's ridin' with this nigga 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 motherfuckers
We gon by, we walk up and do these niggas out the game
We 2 shot, and none left in the chain

'Cause it's 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 shirt all
Said it's motherfucker locked in your
Shot's be dropped, right here, right now

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

Capone with the complete assassinater
paper, blow up a nigga shit like sky pagers
It's major, save a out of not
Stop, if you your 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 through rages and niggas thinkin' I pissed off
I'm itchin' to get my off
I be them if they trick off
All hands to get kicked off

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

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

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

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

We put's limits on
We hold money bitches
Let the whole world the realest
it's bangin' rap-a-lot Mafia

The most popular
your hood like helicopters
Say the wrong thing and I'll ya
Disrespect the Mob, young catch heads

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

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

You ain't gotta come Crane street, 200 or Circle piece
all about do you believe
Rap-a-lot Mafia
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
Waitin' on the goes
So let's roll and go
Ain't no niggas survivin'

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

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