Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin' life made niggaz
We comin' these niggaz, worldwide
me, Makaveli the Don

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

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

Boom, once I the room, in the air
All you hear is the whispers of doom, scared
They don't see me head on..
Think of all the busters that I had to leave and gone

Call a grave digga, with a made nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire gettin' sprayed
Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get
Much more six figures, a motherfuckin' made 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 model was killin' niggaz so I know, I would never be weak
They got me sittin' wonderin', my life begins
niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed them

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

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

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

It's one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers and get crossed out, never made men
We excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them groups like [unverified] Rachmel [unverified]

I be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch
And the that I'm under
Is too much
We made

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

Baby, maybe, if I slip
But I became since the start of this, Edi Amin
July, 7th a few shed eyes
Precious but others me they hate, to cherish

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

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

Til' he and chill, recognize the real dea
l feel, a nigga made when I was and dumb
With a gun but it pays so I'm for fun
And the outcome will be the every time
We all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get

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

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

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

Lock me in a cage I'll display my
Surround the court buildin' with the and spray
They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally
On my to God, beggin' for repentance

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

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

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

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

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

You what time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young
(Ha, ha, ha, Westside made beotch)

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

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

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