Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, worldwide mob figures
Death Row at finest

M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' motherfuckin' made niggaz
We comin' after niggaz, worldwide
me, Makaveli the Don

My life in exchange for yours, born as a thug
full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love
Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of
Had the block sewn up, 'cause I learned to a gun, do you feel me?

World do ya me? Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love, niggaz me
Got these niggaz runnin' all wild my double, I
we ride motherfuckers is sho' to die

Boom, once I the room, in the air
All you hear is the of doom, niggaz scared
They don't wanna see me on..
Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and

Call a grave digga, fuckin' with a nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire gettin' quicker
Fuck 'em all let em understand my to get richer
Much more than six figures, a made nigga

(Can you me?)
A motherfuckin' nigga
I got a to get richer, take my picture
A made

Nigga, I was on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat
My role model was killin' niggaz so I know, I would be weak
got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my father them

'Cause I with Immortal Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and niggaz
Niggaz don't like us because they straight love us
The President told us to leave, 'cause the government want us

It's Napolean, I get my out of sin
And seein' blood spill ain't
'Cause I seen it at the
A nigga

How many fall in ya vision?
'em down for every last minute that I spent in prison
We mash together, plus we get together
Blast whenever knowin' it don't last

It's one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get out, never made men
We excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the off them groups like [unverified] Rachmel Raouf [unverified]

I can't be touched of the weapons I clutch
And the that I'm under
Is too much
We made

Picture the scenery for now you gon' have to imagine
Call me a prophet 'cause I what's gon' happen
I began the paper, at those
Who be snatchin', will emerge like crack in the 80's

Baby, maybe, if I slip
But I became official since the start of this, Edi
July, 7th a few shed eyes
Precious but others gave me hate, to cherish

But still I it, a made nigga made by the game
Made for war, my aim is simple and
Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for brain
You'll forever know my name, Edi

I ain't the line, my strap, not head
will be none of that
The hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
With the skill, they cannot beat me a nigga

Til' he still and chill, the real dea
l feel, a nigga made I was young and dumb
With a gun but it pays so I'm for fun
And the will be the same every time
We all gon' die, get 'cause I'ma get mine

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don of this rough shit
Rhymes baptize your while paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence it to ya raw
nigga to the core

The results of livin' poor, got me on a made level
my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil
Mash shit from here to there day by day, year to
niggaz on ya motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made nigga

Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy murder motherfuckers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my alias
Gettin' from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied me survive several centuries

Lock me in a cage display my rage
Surround the court buildin' with the gage and
They if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced
On my to God, beggin' for repentance

I'm convinced, I'm a thug
They got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend he dreams of drugs
Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the and tell you just who gave the order

the Don, til' I'm gone, I maintain
My army of lunatics stay armed
Til' the day I die, I'll be remembered as a nigga
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' nigga

Can you me? Come closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the mind of a made niggaI be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the

I sell my to the fiends, all the bitches scream
and see, to see a made nigga
The Outlawz, The Don
Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi

Mussolini, M.O.B., I send this out to my niggaz on the
The motherfuckin, niggaz
All my niggas on Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his

You know what it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young
(Ha, ha, ha, made niggaz beotch)

Uh, sarge, uh
got uh Tupac Shakur
Uh, Fatal, Hussein
Uh, Kastro,

We got a bunch of here
They've got guns in their car, got weed, they've got money
They're with a lot of women, what should we do sarge?
Uh, I let 'em go, I repeat, let 'em go

They're niggaz let 'em go
But, but sarge they've got guns, got weed
I let 'em go
Alright, you can go, I'm sorry