Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music III

My corner so polluted, niggas looting
I studied Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my coming home
I kept the candle lit, my nigga never
Niggas caught him slipping, him a shit bag
Five to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your
GABOS, ain't based on sympathy
So he put a hit on his at 18
A sweet pie, oh me, oh my
Showing no remorse watching the cry
sales, detectives'll sell
A lot of yellow tape, that Obama care?
This the mob, bitch, silk
concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating, they studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan, in of hundreds of Jews
Two attempts on my life, they venues
Can't you see I am? The hustle continue
I bought more jewels, I ordered the
I got a new style of shoes, match the watch in the
Bill Belichick, and calling the shots
Throw a yellow flag, nigga body drops
Then we celebrate, black pop
Time to elevate, we re-open
a genius, Meek Mill a superstar
My new crib in Phoenix, ten car
felite, platinum Audemars
Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own cars
I know bitches, we met them broads
loved one, fucked them all
I'm a fucking dog, Ricky Ross
Birkin bags just for my runner-ups
But my main bitch she get the main
Not the old range, that was a bitch
Brazilian weave, she say I quick
I let her see a ki's, a different St. Nick
Moving bricks like Black Friday
She fuck me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I trust a soul
a spot in Anguilla just for me and my ho
Glock .40, even when I
Chrome .22 in my towel
Mob ties and I the music set me free
May the powers that be, 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 it's be a bloodshed
Bop, gunshot in the
is a motherfucker
Yes, I feel it when I the trigger
I feel the air my enemies die
I the strength of ten killas
is to be, will be
Only God on earth can me
'Cause these fucking filthy
And I ain't guilty

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

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

Sizzla Kalonji de girls dem screaming
Entire country sweet gyal
Ya know the meaning but its streaming
Go and clean, ya cant me ya must be dreaming

Jamaicans make dem we can't defeat dem (Mo' fire)