Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga, I was on the streets, I had to hustle just to eat
My role model was killin' niggaz so I know, I would never be
They got me sittin' wonderin', my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my crossed them

'Cause I roll 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 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 nigga

How many niggaz in ya vision?
Gunnin' 'em down for every last minute that I spent in
We together, plus we get cash 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 to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them like [unverified] Rachmel Raouf [unverified]

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

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

Baby, maybe, that's if I
But I became official since the 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
Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks made for your
You'll 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 cannot beat me a

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

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

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

Ha, ha, ha call me a Bad Boy murder motherfuckers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my alias
Gettin' from niggaz in penitentiaries
Game, when applied help me several centuries

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

I'm convinced, I'm a thug
They got me fiendin' for my cash 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 that stay
Til' the day I die, be remembered as a paid nigga
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' nigga

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

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

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

You know what it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Gotti
(Ha, ha, ha, Westside made beotch)

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

We got a bunch of niggaz
They've got guns in 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 sarge got guns, they've got weed
I let 'em go
Alright, you guys can go, I'm