Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

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

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

World do ya hear me? a risin' star
the love, niggaz fear me
Got these runnin' all wild from my double, I
When we ride 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 dead and gone

Call a digga, fuckin' with a made nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire gettin' sprayed
Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get
Much than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga

(Can you me?)
A motherfuckin' made
I got a plot to get richer, take my
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 never be
They got me sittin' wonderin', where my life
These niggaz crossed my father den my crossed them

'Cause I roll Immortal Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug
Niggaz don't like us because they bitches love us
The President told us to leave, 'cause the government 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 many fall in ya vision?
'em down for every last minute that I spent 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 cross and get crossed out, made men
We excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them like [unverified] Rachmel Raouf [unverified]

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

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

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

But still I made it, a 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 my name, Edi Amin

I ain't count the line, my strap, not
will be none 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 nigga made I was young and dumb
With a gun but it so I'm bustin' for fun
And the will be the same every time
We all die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mine

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough
Rhymes baptize your mind paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, bodies and silence give it to ya raw
Thug to the core

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

Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy killer motherfuckers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my Makaveli
Gettin' lessons from in penitentiaries
Game, applied help me survive several centuries

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

I'm convinced, that I'm a
They got me fiendin' for my like a fiend when he dreams of drugs
Diss 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 of lunatics that stay armed
Til' the day I die, be remembered as a paid nigga
to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga

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

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

Mussolini, M.O.B., I send out to my niggaz on the streets
The motherfuckin, niggaz
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
got uh Tupac Shakur
Uh, Fatal, Hussein
Uh, Kastro,

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

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