Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

We used to on a rug
A momma never said, she loved or 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 with Chinese, essays, niggas,
Or go against the police, out like Napoleon
Grab the milli, from my belly, new welly
Slugs in your Pelle Pelle, me

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

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

You off the top
popular on the lock
For flippin' birds like
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 came

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

We run the streets in Houston, Texas
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 upon ya, put it on ya
(Yeah, who)
Drop bombs on ya like they did in

See ones that Nigga Yuk, look somebody die
You could took a try and that ass goodbye
You be found in your home Nigga, head blown that Chrome
Fuck me, I'm livin' wrong nigga

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

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

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

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

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

Blow up your whole 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 piece be the satellite from the 5th Ward
Command union, how we do it, how we do it from the
Texas roll real, swing knock 'em out
O and Yuk worldwide what you talkin' about

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

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

Oh oh, slow your roll here come the
Anything can happen through 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 the whole world out
At 50 states all God
After that, we still gon' on the side
To make your motherfuckers

I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all y'all motherfuckers
We gon drive by, we walk up and do these niggas out the
We sell 2 shot, and none in the chain

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

Off with his head with the lead
Dead leave his Hilfiger 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 fuckin' hoes
Yours ain't a lot act like you

Capone with the complete assassinater
With paper, up a nigga shit like sky pagers
It's major, a whole out of not
Stop, if you your feelin' 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, don't
And we did hit the top, mob

I be comin' through rages and thinkin' I pissed off
I'm itchin' to get my off
I be them if they trick off
All hands about to get off

Nigga I got 'em, fuck up your body when the slugs touch
Runnin' up on me you feel it, the realest and platinum
the nigga 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
Kick that John
I missed the bomb
Flat the palms, money is in my

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

you speakin', role one
Kill each other, some
Po-po's pass to folks
Rap-a-lot Mafia known

We put's limits on
We hold over bitches
Let the whole world the realest
When it's bangin' Mafia

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

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

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

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

Recognize the Mob or get you ass on
No love to who oppose
We taggin' toes
And we even got a dress code

Just those, 1000 niggas in front of
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 with the .44
an amount of what believe is right before his daughter
Exactly like the ordered

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