Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' mob figures
Row at it's finest

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

My life in exchange for yours, born hated as a
House full of babies cryin' from a lack of love
Ain't tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs
Had the block up, 'cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me?

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

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

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

(Can you me?)
A motherfuckin' made
I got a plot to get richer, take my
A made

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

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

It's Napolean, I get my out of sin
And blood spill ain't shit
I seen it at the beginnin'
A made

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

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

I can't be touched 'cause of the weapons I
And the niggaz I'm under
Is too much
We made

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

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

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

I count the line, my strap, not head
There will be of that
The hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a nigga

Til' he and chill, recognize the real dea
l feel, a made 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 gon' die, get 'cause I'ma get mine

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don of this rough shit
Rhymes baptize your mind while the public
With my mentality of war, dead bodies and give it to ya raw
Thug nigga to the

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

Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy murder motherfuckers daily
Know the feds me, so my alias Makaveli
Gettin' lessons niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive centuries

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

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

Makaveli the Don, I'm gone, I maintain
My army of lunatics that armed
Til' the day I die, I'll be as a paid nigga
to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga

Can you feel me? closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the mind of a made niggaI be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
Multimillionaire dreams, all I is the cream

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

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

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

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

We got a of niggaz here
They've got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got
They're with a lot of black women, what should we do
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 guys can go, I'm