Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

I live the of a hooler, take ten pages
Turn and shoot 'em, concrete Buddha
We threw 'em in the to loose 'em
Streets with drugs, salute 'em with thugs

We to sleep on a rug
A momma said, she loved or hugged us
just us, me and my two sisters
I'm too

Plus new with .22's up in the bushes
We ride, G's
to societies the real shit
Fuck a movie, the

We filled with Chinese, essays, niggas,
Or go against the police, out like Napoleon
Grab the milli, my belly, catch new welly
Slugs in your Pelle, smell me

Since Makaveli
It's like the West coast shit
But Regime be the realest shit alive, or die
So high am I, nigga you can't tell the eyes

Blood red
The gettin' bread from the pies
Wise guys risk lay-off to stay off the block
drop the Yay off

You off the top
Smoke-a-lot on the lock
For birds like Nadia
Mafia, rap-a-lot

My nigga, my nigga, I'm to say to
You try to tell it can spell it
about respect for God knows you was talking too
And the came

We be the realest motherfuckers in the Rap
Rap-a-lot Mafia, you ready for what we got for ya
I make a motherfucker ya
See, it all about records

We run the streets in Houston, Texas
We mobilize and we been rated
Our die
When our a fry, bullets fly

Like some Blackbirds
we ride
It's caskets and con
Mob

Fuck peace, see it's all violence
Put that Tek to you silent, you howlin'
I'ma upon ya, I'ma put it on ya
(Yeah, who)
Drop bombs on ya they did in Oklahoma

See ones that Yuk, look somebody gon' die
You took a try and kiss that ass goodbye
You be found in your home Nigga, head blown from that
Fuck with me, I'm livin' nigga

Nigga me, I'm the one, gon' get ya
You pray that God has switched ya
round with the Mafia, you torn blood from you bitches
Nigga what, holes in you bitches

You better you vest, real tight bitch
The Mafia put it in you life bitch
no motherfucker stoppin' up
The only bitch puttin' it down with the Mafia, Mafia

Niggas sure wonder why I hang with these
my nigga Yuk, fuckin' these niggas up
Nigga, this rap-a-lot, Mafia I die
Why? Because we

do or die
and .45's
9's
Right up your eyes

is gon' die, niggas come from the pound
Hummers and S-S's, to be a killer
Fill a nigga, with holes
Head the toe when he up

Blow up whole motherfuckin' head, quote us
And roll, with my niggas till the wheels fall
Clean up the car
And in this room we the world war

See the piece be the satellite from the 5th Ward
union, how we do it, how we do it from the South
Texas real, swing wide knock 'em out
Double O and Yuk worldwide what you talkin'

See the .45's, see the big
Catchin' cases, hood erasers
chasers with the 98, sittin' on steakes
Ballin' in the bay with the Tek to

Recognize the Mob bitch, all day this thug
Blisted up, trigger fingers for niggas start shit
Creep as I part quick, ride dope fiend, will her with a tint
AK's and vest's, in California, killed down in Texas

Oh oh, slow your roll come the po-po's
Anything can happen through execution capital
E-Rock the stupid fo', who's ridin' with this Yuk
We the Mafia, squabble the gun, out, droppin' ya

We mob figgers, we to the whole world out
At 50 states all God
After that, we still gon' on the side
To make your mind

I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all y'all dyin'
We gon drive by, we walk up and do these out the game
We sell 2 shot, and none in the chain

'Cause it's rap-a-lot man
Is to be with man
who you talk to
We kill if that's it's brought down to

Off with his motherfuckin' head with the
Dead leave his shirt all real
it's motherfucker locked in your spot
Shot's be dropped, right here, right now

Paw, niggas all the way tugged down
Ride around town showin' out
City city fuckin' hoes
Yours ain't a lot act you know

Capone the city complete assassinater
paper, blow up a nigga shit like sky pagers
It's major, save a out of not
Stop, if you think your fin popped

can't stop, won't, don't stop
And we did hit the top
Rap-a-lot stop, won't, don't stop
And we did hit the top, mob

I be comin' through rages and thinkin' I pissed off
I'm to get my sick off
I be them if they trick off
All about to get kicked off

Nigga I got 'em, fuck up your body the slugs touch down
up on me you feel it, the realest and platinum bound
With the nigga called Yuk, we bed and ballin'
Feds hollin', bloody bodies with no heads and your momma nigga

Yo, who the Mob, her, rap-a-lot nigga
Kick that John
I missed the bomb
the palms, money is in my figures

With our
Snypaz be red dot
We the and Yuk sent your picture
So we're

Maybe you speakin', one
Kill each other, smoke
Po-po's to folks some
Rap-a-lot Mafia known

We limits on niggas
We hold money bitches
Let the world recognize the realest
When it's rap-a-lot Mafia

The street's popular
Servin' your like helicopters
Say the thing and I'll slaughter ya
the Mob, young catch punkin' heads

Wishin' you was dead, layin in bed the
Nigga what did I say, to these niggas act this way
thugs still got me mugs
Just to remind a motherfucker, about I was

Nothin' but love from my
Get your paper
We laugh and drink when we rich, black and this spore
Nigga this Mafia

You ain't gotta come from Crane street, 200 or Circle
It's all about do you
Rap-a-lot life
Rap-a-lot on the

the Mob or get you ass mobbed on
No love to ones who
We taggin' motherfuckers
And we even got a dress code

those, 1000 niggas in front of Expo's
Waitin' on the next
So roll and let's go
Ain't no sissy survivin'

If you don't come them you got a problem
'em, hit 'em with the .44 revolver
Make an amount of believe is right before his daughter
Exactly like the doctor

Dressin' your up in church clothes
You the shot, that brought the black hoe
And that's cold, but that's the motherfuckin'
Respect the Mob and J and the family name