Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man separate we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, worldwide mob figures
Death Row at finest

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

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

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

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

Call a digga, fuckin' with a made nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire gettin' quicker
Fuck 'em all let em my plot to get richer
Much more than six figures, a made nigga

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

Nigga, I was raised on the streets, I had to hustle to eat
My role model was killin' niggaz so I know, I would be weak
got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my father them

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

It's Napolean, I get my out of sin
And seein' blood ain't shit
'Cause I seen it at the
A nigga

How many niggaz fall in ya
Gunnin' 'em down for last minute that I spent in prison
We together, plus we get cash together
Blast whenever it don't last 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 be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch
And the that I'm under
Is just too
We made

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy killer motherfuckers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my alias
lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me survive several

Lock me in a cage I'll my rage
Surround the court buildin' the gage and spray
wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced
On my knees to God, for repentance

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

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

Can you feel me? closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the mind of a made niggaI can't be
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
dreams, all I want 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 send this out to my niggaz on the
The motherfuckin, niggaz
All my niggas on Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his

You know time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Young
(Ha, ha, ha, Westside niggaz beotch)

Uh, sarge, uh
got uh Tupac Shakur
Uh, Fatal, Fatal
Uh, Kastro,

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

They're 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