Luyện nghe bài hát Mafia Music (Remix)

I got a feeling nigga that my money be the root
up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the canaries they goin roof
Even had a job pouring tar up on a roof
boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the
Proofs in the pudding and that baking taking
that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm at the top
These so excited they catching every drop
I'm dodging the debacles pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on acres
Martin had a dream bob got I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby stray Whitney lost weight
Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in the
But who really we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is a
Trunk of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad bout movements
BM dubs on big things looking foolish
Shawty low big things popping
Tip on the from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I gave her to the
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya tray
Love my handgun but my still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to to quit
1996 was the shit but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and knows that I've sinned
But I thought about my future in the loops I pin
Walked out on a gig and I to the streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard in weeks
I up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat my balls
If I drop another album I did that for my
10 Maybach's riding big
I just sit back look what I did
I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a think I'm big daddy kunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u take a seat so we could eat
A aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
ain't loyal snakes slithered in they coil im laughing at you
Cause you niggas when I'm bored

We stepping on ya crew you motherfuckers crush
And making love to every women that you lust
I love to pay her bills wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I asking for a cent
Burn the house down buy another
forget the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker
To another chapter that I captured
up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you funny
Women love to stare cause know they see the money
I open up my mind by bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just to give used to run the street
Young nigga feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envy calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending
Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send