Luyện nghe bài hát Ral Mafia

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

We used to on a rug
A never said, she loved or hugged us
It's us, me and my two sisters
I'm too

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

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

Makaveli died
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

shot red
The feds gettin' bread from the
Wise cops risk lay-off to stay off the block
Transportin' the Yay off

You off the top
Smoke-a-lot popular on the
For flippin' like Nadia
Mafia, rap-a-lot

My nigga, my nigga, I'm to say to
You try to tell it can even 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 ain't ready for we got for ya
I make a motherfucker ya
See, it ain't all records

We run the motherfuckin' streets in Houston,
We mobilize and we been high
Our die
our pull a fry, bullets fly

Like some Blackbirds
When we
caskets and con words
Mob

Fuck peace, see all about 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 like they did in

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

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

You better wear you vest, real bitch
The Mafia gonna put it in you bitch
Ain't no stoppin' up
The bitch puttin' it down with the Mafia, rap-a-lot Mafia

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

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

Niggas is gon' die, come from the pound
Hummers and S-S's, born to be a
Fill a nigga, body with
the toe when he showed up

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

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

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

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

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

We mob figgers, we to take the world out
At 50 all Black God
After that, we still grind on the side
To make motherfuckers mind

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

'Cause it's Mafia man
Is to be fuckin' man
Watch who you to
We kill if that's what it's brought to

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

Paw, niggas all the way tugged town
Ride town showin' out pounds
City after city fuckin'
Yours a lot act like you know

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

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

I be comin' rages and niggas thinkin' I pissed off
I'm itchin' to get my off
I be trickin' them if trick off
All about to get kicked off

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

Yo, who the Mob, feel her, nigga
Kick that quicker
I the bomb disher
Flat the palms, is in my figures

our triggers
Snypaz be red dot
We the Mafia and Yuk sent picture
So we're

you speakin', role one
Kill each other, some
Po-po's pass to some
Mafia known from

We put's limits on
We hold over bitches
Let the whole recognize the realest
When bangin' rap-a-lot Mafia

The most popular
Servin' your like helicopters
Say the wrong and I'll slaughter ya
Disrespect the Mob, young punkin' heads

you was dead, layin in bed the next
Nigga what did I say, to make these act this way
Rich thugs still got me
Just to a motherfucker, about where I was

Nothin' but love from my
Get paper 'cause
We laugh and drink when we rich, and know this spore
Nigga rap-a-lot Mafia

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

Recognize the Mob or get you ass on
No to ones who oppose
We taggin' toes
And we ain't got a dress code

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

If you come with them you got a problem
'em, hit 'em with the .44 revolver
Make an amount of what is right before his daughter
Exactly like the ordered

Dressin' your homies up in clothes
You took the shot, that brought the hoe
And that's cold, but that's the motherfuckin'
the Mob and Little J and the family name