Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

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

My life in exchange for yours, born as a thug
House of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin' love
Ain't nobody me shit, 'til I got a sack 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
the love, niggaz fear me
Got these niggaz all wild from my double, I
When we ride motherfuckers is to die

Boom, I enter the room, in the air
All you hear is the whispers of doom, niggaz
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.
Gunfire sprayed quicker
Fuck 'em all let em understand my to get richer
more than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga

(Can you me?)
A motherfuckin' made
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
These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed

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

Napolean, I get my pleasure out of sin
And blood spill ain't shit
'Cause I it at the beginnin'
A nigga

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

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

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

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

Baby, maybe, that's if I
But I became official the start of this, Edi Amin
Born July, 7th a few eyes
but others 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
whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your brain
You'll forever my name, Edi Amin

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

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

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don Juan's of this rough
Rhymes your mind while paralyze the public
With my of war, dead bodies and silence give it to ya raw
Thug to the core

The results of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a level
Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a crazed devil
Mash shit from here to there day by day, 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 from in penitentiaries
Game, when applied me survive several centuries

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

I'm convinced, I'm a thug
They got me fiendin' for my cash like a fiend when he of drugs
Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your
Kill wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave 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 me? Come closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the mind of a made can't be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
dreams, all I want is the cream

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

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

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

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

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

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