Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

I live the life of a hooler, take ten
Turn around and shoot 'em, concrete
We 'em in the creak 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

Plus new bushes .22's up in the bushes
We ride, G's
to societies the real shit
Fuck a movie, the

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

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

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

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

My nigga, my nigga, I'm to say to
You try to tell it can spell it
about 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 ready for we got for ya
I make a doctor ya
See, it ain't all records

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

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

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

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 Chrome
Fuck me, I'm livin' wrong nigga

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

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

sure wonder why I hang with these thugs
'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 your eyes

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

Blow up whole motherfuckin' head, quote us
And roll, with my niggas till the wheels fall
Clean up the car
And in room 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 real, swing wide knock 'em out
O and Yuk worldwide what you talkin' about

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

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

Oh oh, slow 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 the whole world out
At 50 states all God
After that, we still gon' grind on the
To make motherfuckers mind

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 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
it's motherfucker locked in your spot
Shot's will be dropped, right here, now

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

with the city complete assassinater
With paper, up a nigga shit like sky pagers
major, save a whole out of not
Stop, if you think your fin popped

can't stop, won't, don't stop
And we did hit the top
Rap-a-lot 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 to get my sick off
I be trickin' if they trick off
All about to get kicked off

Nigga I got 'em, fuck up your body when the slugs 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, 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 each other, some
pass to folks some
Rap-a-lot Mafia known

We put's limits on
We hold over bitches
Let the whole world recognize the
When it's bangin' rap-a-lot

The most popular
Servin' your hood like
Say the thing and I'll slaughter ya
Disrespect the Mob, catch punkin' heads

Wishin' you was dead, in bed the next
Nigga what did I say, to these niggas act this way
thugs still got me mugs
Just to a motherfucker, about where 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 ain't gotta come from Crane street, 200 or Circle
It's all 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' motherfuckers
And we ain't got a dress code

those, 1000 niggas in front of Expo's
Waitin' on the next
So roll and let's go
Ain't no sissy 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 before his
Exactly like the doctor

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