Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

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

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

World do ya hear me? a risin' star
Fuck the love, fear me
Got niggaz runnin' all wild 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, with a made nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire gettin' quicker
Fuck 'em all let em understand my plot to get
Much than six figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga

(Can you me?)
A motherfuckin' made
I got a to get richer, take my picture
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', my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed

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

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

How many niggaz in ya vision?
Gunnin' 'em down for every minute that I spent in prison
We mash together, plus we get cash
Blast whenever knowin' it last forever

only one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers and get crossed out, never made men
We find excuses to loot, cock, and
Blow the roof off them groups like [unverified] Raouf [unverified]

I can't be 'cause of the weapons I clutch
And the niggaz I'm under
Is just too
We niggaz

Picture the scenery 'cause for now you gon' have to
me a prophet 'cause 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
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 tracks made for your brain
forever know my name, Edi Amin

I count the line, my strap, not head
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, the real dea
l feel, a made when I was young and dumb
With a gun but it so I'm bustin' for fun
And the outcome will be the same time
We all gon' die, get yours 'cause get mine

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don of this rough shit
Rhymes baptize your mind while paralyze the
With my mentality of war, dead and silence give it to ya raw
nigga 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 motherfuckin' tear, I'm a made

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

Lock me in a cage 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 Kidada and kidnap your daughter
your wife and hit the funeral and tell you just who gave the order

Makaveli the Don, til' I'm gone, I
My army of lunatics stay armed
Til' the day I die, I'll be 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?
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
Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro, Napolean,

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

You know what time it is, Daz
Kurupt, Gotti
(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
got guns in their car, they've got weed, they've got money
They're with a lot of black women, what should we do
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