Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

We used to on a rug
A momma never said, she loved or us
just us, me and my two sisters
I'm too

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

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

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

Blood red
The gettin' bread from the pies
Wise guys cops risk lay-off to stay off the
drop 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 respect for God knows you was talking too
And the slap

We be the realest 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 records

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

Like some motherfuckin'
When we
caskets and con words
Mob

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

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

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

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

Niggas sure wonder why I hang with thugs
my nigga 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 eyes

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

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

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

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

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

Oh oh, slow your roll here come the
Anything can ridin' through execution capital
E-Rock the stupid fo', who's ridin' this nigga Yuk
We the Mafia, squabble the gun, out, droppin' ya

We mob figgers, we to the whole world out
At 50 all Black God
After that, we gon' grind on the side
To make motherfuckers mind

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

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

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

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

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

Rap-a-lot can't stop, won'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 comin' through rages and niggas thinkin' I off
I'm itchin' to get my off
I be trickin' them if they off
All hands about to get off

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

Yo, who the Mob, her, rap-a-lot nigga
Kick that John
I missed the bomb
Flat the palms, money is in my

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

Maybe you speakin', one
Kill each other, smoke
Po-po's pass to folks
Mafia known from

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

The street's popular
Servin' your hood helicopters
Say the wrong thing and slaughter ya
Disrespect the Mob, young punkin' heads

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

Nothin' but love my thugs
Get your paper
We laugh and drink when we rich, black and know this
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 ones who
We taggin' toes
And we ain't got a dress code

Just those, 1000 niggas in of Expo's
Waitin' on the next
So let's and let's go
Ain't no sissy survivin'

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

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 J and the family name