Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man separate we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, worldwide mob figures
Row at it's finest

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

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

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

Boom, once I the room, in the air
All you is the whispers of doom, niggaz scared
They wanna see me head on..
Think of all the busters I had to leave dead and gone

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

(Can you me?)
A motherfuckin' nigga
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 den my father crossed them

'Cause I roll with Thug niggaz
And my number one plan to kill a man to a needle and drug niggaz
Niggaz don't like us because they bitches 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 spill ain't
I seen it at the beginnin'
A nigga

How many niggaz fall in ya
Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I 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
Motherfuckers cross and get out, never made men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and
Blow the roof off them groups like [unverified] Rachmel [unverified]

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

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

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

But I made it, a made nigga made by the game
Made for war, my aim is simple and
Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these made for your brain
forever know 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 Immortal
With the criminal skill, they beat me a nigga

Til' he and chill, recognize the real dea
l feel, a nigga made when I was and dumb
With a gun but it pays so I'm 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 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
Thug nigga to the

The of livin' poor, got me thinkin' on a made level
my gauge to get paid, a fuckin' crazed devil
Mash shit from 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
the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli
Gettin' lessons from niggaz in
Game, when applied help me several centuries

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

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

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

Can you me? Come closer, ha, ha, ha
Get into the mind of a niggaI can't be touched
My adversaries, get fucked, me?
Multimillionaire dreams, all I want is the

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 this out to my 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, made niggaz beotch)

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

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