Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man separate what we
Unstoppable, untouchable, worldwide mob figures
Row at it's finest

M.O.B., for motherfuckin' life motherfuckin' made niggaz
We comin' after these niggaz,
Feel me, the Don

My life in for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin' from a lack of love
Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a of drugs
Had the block sewn up, I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?

World do ya me? Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love, fear me
Got these runnin' all wild from my double, I
When we ride is sho' to die

Boom, I enter the room, in the air
All you hear is the of doom, niggaz scared
They don't wanna see me on..
Think of all the that I had to leave dead and gone

a grave digga, fuckin' with a made nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire sprayed quicker
'em all let em understand my plot to get richer
Much more than six figures, a motherfuckin' nigga

(Can you me?)
A made nigga
I got a plot to get richer, my picture
A made

Nigga, I was on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat
My role model was killin' niggaz so I know, I never be weak
They got me wonderin', where my life begins
These crossed my father den my father crossed them

I roll with Immortal Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and niggaz
Niggaz like us because they bitches straight love us
The President told us to leave, the government don't want us

Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin
And seein' blood spill shit
'Cause I seen it at the
A nigga

How niggaz fall in ya vision?
Gunnin' 'em for every last minute that I spent in prison
We mash together, we get cash together
Blast whenever knowin' it don't forever

only one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, never men
We excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them groups [unverified] Rachmel Raouf [unverified]

I can't be 'cause of the weapons I clutch
And the that I'm under
Is just too
We niggaz

Picture the scenery 'cause for now you have to imagine
me a prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen
I began the paper, at those
Who be paper snatchin', will like crack in the 80's

Baby, maybe, that's if I
But I became official the start of this, Edi Amin
July, 7th a few shed eyes
Precious but others gave me they hate, to

But still I made it, a made nigga by the game
Made for war, my aim is simple and
Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for brain
forever know my name, Edi Amin

I ain't the line, my strap, not head
will be none of that
The young hog, playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga

Til' he still and chill, recognize the dea
l feel, a nigga when I was young and dumb
With a gun but it so I'm bustin' for fun
And the outcome will be the same every
We all die, get yours 'cause I'ma get mine

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of rough shit
Rhymes baptize your mind paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, dead bodies and silence it to ya raw
nigga to the core

The results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made
Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed
Mash shit here to there day by day, year to year
Made niggaz on ya motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made

Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy killer murder motherfuckers
the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli
Gettin' lessons from in penitentiaries
Game, when help me survive several centuries

Lock me in a I'll display my rage
Surround the buildin' with the gage and spray
They wonder if I'll go I'm finally sentenced
On my knees to God, beggin' for

I'm convinced, that I'm a
They got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend when he of drugs
Diss and I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who the order

the Don, til' I'm gone, I maintain
My army of lunatics stay armed
the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga
Outlaw to the grave, a made nigga

Can you feel me? closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the of a made niggaI can't be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
Multimillionaire dreams, all I is the cream

I my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream
Come and see, to see a made
The Outlawz, The Don
Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi

Mussolini, M.O.B., I this out to my niggaz on the streets
The motherfuckin, niggaz
All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg
Tha Doggfather, and all his

You know time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Gotti
(Ha, ha, ha, made niggaz beotch)

Uh, sarge, uh
We've got uh Tupac
Uh, Fatal, Fatal
Uh, Kastro,

We got a of niggaz here
They've got guns in car, they've got weed, they've got money
They're a lot of black women, what should we do sarge?
Uh, I let 'em go, I repeat, let 'em go

made niggaz let 'em go
But, but they've got guns, they've got weed
I let 'em go
Alright, you can go, I'm sorry