Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a
hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept the candle lit, my nigga never
Niggas caught him slipping, him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, gift pack
death row, conspiracy theories
Concealed indictments to the grand jury
Get some money now, you by your own kind
The home invasion done by in your bloodline
GABOS, game ain't on sympathy
So he put a hit on his at 18
A sweet pie, oh me, oh my
Showing no watching the others cry
Heroin sales, sell
A lot of tape, where that Obama care?
the mob, bitch, silk underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim
Niggas hating, they studied my moves
I'm Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of Jews
Two attempts on my life, they threatened
you see what I am? The hustle continue
I more jewels, I ordered the Wraith
I got a new style of shoes, the watch in the face
Bill Belichick, coaching and calling the
Throw a yellow flag, nigga body drops
we celebrate, black bottles pop
Time to elevate, we re-open
Wale a genius, Meek Mill a
My new in Phoenix, ten car garage
Petite felite, platinum
no tags needed, nigga, I own them cars
I know them bitches, we met broads
Never one, fucked them all
I'm a fucking dog, fucking Ross
Nigga bags just for my runner-ups
But my main she get the main dish
Not the old range, was a lame bitch
Brazilian weave, she say I quick
I let her see a hundred ki's, a St. Nick
Moving bricks like it's Black
She gotta me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I can't a soul
Bought a spot in just for me and my ho
.40, even when I shower
Chrome .22 in my swimming
Mob ties and I pray the set me free
May the that be, nigga let me be

We around when the sun down
And the real, real killers they for ya
It's gonna be a
One month, one day gonna be a bloodshed
Bop, in the head
Payback is a
Yes, I it when I squeeze the trigger
I feel the air my enemies die
I feel the strength of ten
is to be, will be
Only God on earth can me
'Cause these streets filthy
And I ain't fucking

no take no chance, from no guy
Know why? a gangsta and bullets fly
Boy die
go off ah suh me say
Murderings in
Gangsta no no chance, from no guy
Know why? a gangsta and bullets fly
Boy die
go off ah suh we say
Murderings in

You not be around, when the sun goes down
And the real real killas, them for you
Ay, gonna be a bloodshed
One bust, one dead, it's be a bloodshed
Gun in a head

Sizzla Kalonji have de girls dem
Entire country every sweet
Ya already know the but its streaming
Go and clean, ya cant diss me ya must be

Jamaicans make dem know we defeat dem (Mo' fire)