Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man separate we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' mob figures
Death Row at it's

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

My in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin' from a lack of love
nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs
Had the block sewn up, 'cause I to pack a gun, do you feel me?

World do ya hear me? Catch a star
Fuck the love, niggaz me
Got these niggaz runnin' all from my double, I
When we 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 dead and gone

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

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

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

'Cause I roll with Immortal Thug
And my one plan to kill a man to grab a needle and drug niggaz
Niggaz don't us because they bitches 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' blood ain't shit
I seen it at the beginnin'
A made

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

It's one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, made men
We find 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 niggaz that I'm
Is too much
We made

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

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

But still I it, a made nigga 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 hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
With the criminal skill, they cannot me a nigga

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

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

The results of livin' poor, got me on a made level
Shootin' my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' devil
Mash shit 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 motherfuckers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my alias
lessons from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me several centuries

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

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

Makaveli the Don, til' I'm gone, I
My army of 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 into the of a made niggaI can't be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
dreams, all I want is the cream

I sell my 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 what time it is, Daz
Kurupt, Gotti
(Ha, ha, ha, Westside made beotch)

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

We got a bunch of here
They've got in their car, they've got weed, they've 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 they've got guns, they've got weed
I let 'em go
Alright, you can go, I'm sorry