Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

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

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

World do ya hear me? Catch a risin'
the love, niggaz 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 wanna see me on..
Think of all the busters that I had to leave and gone

Call a grave digga, fuckin' a made nigga, M.O.B.
gettin' sprayed quicker
Fuck 'em all let em understand my to get richer
Much more six figures, a motherfuckin' 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 just to eat
My role was killin' niggaz so I know, I would never be weak
They got me sittin' wonderin', where my begins
These crossed my father den my father crossed them

'Cause I roll 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 straight love us
The told us to leave, 'cause the government don't want us

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

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

only one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, made men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and
Blow the roof off them groups like [unverified] Rachmel [unverified]

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

Picture the scenery for now you gon' have to imagine
Call me a 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen
I began the paper, stackin' at
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 shed
Precious but others gave me hate, to cherish

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Makaveli the Don, til' I'm gone, I
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 mind of a 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 nigga
The Outlawz, The Don
Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean, Khadafi

Mussolini, M.O.B., I send out to my niggaz on the streets
The motherfuckin, niggaz
All my on Death 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 Tupac
Uh, Fatal, Fatal
Uh, Kastro,

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

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