Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man separate we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' mob figures
Row at it's finest

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

My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a
House full of babies cryin' a lack of gettin' love
nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs
Had the block sewn up, 'cause I learned to a gun, do you feel me?

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

Boom, I enter the room, in the air
All you is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared
They wanna see me head on..
of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone

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

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

Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle to eat
My role model was killin' niggaz so I know, I never be weak
got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed

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

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

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

It's one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, made men
We find to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them groups [unverified] Rachmel Raouf [unverified]

I can't be touched 'cause of the I clutch
And the niggaz I'm under
Is just too
We niggaz

Picture the 'cause for now you gon' have to imagine
Call me a 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen
I the paper, stackin' at those
Who be paper snatchin', will emerge like 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 eyes
but others gave me they hate, to cherish

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

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

Til' he and chill, recognize 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 outcome will be the same every
We all gon' die, get yours I'ma get mine

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this shit
Rhymes baptize your mind while the public
my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw
Thug nigga to the

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

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

Lock me in a cage I'll display my
Surround the court buildin' with the gage and
They wonder if I'll go when I'm 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 when he of drugs
Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the

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

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

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

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

You know time 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 in their car, they've 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 made let 'em go
But, but sarge got guns, they've got weed
I let 'em go
Alright, you guys can go, I'm