Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man separate we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' worldwide mob
Death Row at it's

M.O.B., thug for life motherfuckin' made niggaz
We comin' these niggaz, worldwide
Feel me, the Don

My in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin'
Ain't tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs
Had the block sewn up, 'cause I learned to pack a gun, do you me?

do ya hear me? Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love, niggaz me
Got these niggaz all wild from 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, with a made nigga, M.O.B.
gettin' sprayed quicker
Fuck 'em all let em my plot to get richer
Much than six figures, a motherfuckin' 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 niggaz so I know, I would never be weak
They got me wonderin', where my life begins
These crossed my father den my father crossed them

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

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

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

only one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers and get crossed out, never made men
We find to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off 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 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine
Call me a prophet I predicted what's gon' happen
I began the paper, at those
Who be paper snatchin', emerge like crack in the 80's

Baby, maybe, that's if I
But I became since the start of this, Edi Amin
Born July, 7th a few shed
Precious but gave me they hate, to cherish

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

I ain't the line, my strap, not head
There will be of that
The young hog, playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
With the skill, they cannot beat me a nigga

Til' he and chill, recognize the real dea
l feel, a made when I was young and dumb
a gun but it pays so I'm bustin' for fun
And the outcome will be the every time
We all gon' die, get yours 'cause get mine

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

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

Ha, ha, ha me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers daily
Know the feds me, so my alias Makaveli
lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when help me survive several centuries

me in a cage I'll display my rage
Surround the buildin' with the gage and spray
They wonder if 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 when he dreams of drugs
Diss Kidada and kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you who gave the order

Makaveli the Don, 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' made

Can you me? Come closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the mind of a niggaI can't be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
dreams, all I want is the cream

I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches
Come and see, to see a 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, made
All my niggas on Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his

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

Uh, sarge, uh
We've got uh Shakur
Uh, Fatal, Fatal
Uh, Kastro,

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

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