Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

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

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

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

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

Blood red
The feds bread from 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, rap-a-lot

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

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

We run the streets in Houston, Texas
We mobilize and we rated high
Our die
our pull a fry, bullets fly

Like some Blackbirds
When we
caskets and con words
Mob

Fuck peace, see all about 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 Nigga Yuk, look somebody gon' die
You could took a try and that ass goodbye
You be found in your home Nigga, head blown from Chrome
Fuck with me, I'm livin' wrong

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

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

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

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

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

up your whole motherfuckin' head, quote us
And I'ma roll, with my niggas till the 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 the South
Texas real, swing wide knock 'em out
O and Yuk worldwide what you talkin' about

See the .45's, see the big
murder cases, hood erasers
Paper chasers the 98, sittin' on steakes
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, her with a tint
and vest's, born in California, killed down in Texas

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

We mob figgers, we to take the whole out
At 50 all Black God
After that, we still grind on the side
To your motherfuckers mind

I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all motherfuckers dyin'
We gon drive by, we up and do these niggas out the game
We sell 2 shot, and left in the chain

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

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

Paw, niggas all the way down town
Ride around town showin' out
City after fuckin' hoes
Yours a lot act like you know

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 your feelin' fin popped

Rap-a-lot can't stop, won'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 rages and thinkin' I pissed off
I'm to get my sick off
I be them 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
the nigga called Yuk, we brakin' bed and ballin'
Feds hollin', bloody with no heads and calling your momma nigga

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

With our
be red dot niggas
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 on niggas
We hold money over
Let the world recognize the realest
When it's rap-a-lot Mafia

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

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

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

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

Recognize the Mob or get you ass on
No love to who oppose
We taggin' toes
And we ain't even got a dress

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

If you come with them you got a problem
Solve 'em, hit 'em with the .44
Make an amount of what believe is right before his
Exactly like the ordered

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