Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man separate we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' 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 in exchange for yours, born hated as a thug
House full of babies cryin' from a lack of gettin'
Ain't nobody tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of
Had the block sewn up, 'cause I learned to pack a gun, do you me?

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

Boom, I enter the room, in the air
All you hear is the whispers of doom, scared
They don't wanna see me on..
of all the busters that I had to leave dead and gone

Call a digga, fuckin' with a made nigga, M.O.B.
Gunfire sprayed quicker
Fuck 'em all let em my plot to get richer
Much more than six figures, a made 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 model was killin' niggaz so I know, I would never be weak
got me sittin' wonderin', where my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my father crossed

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

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

It's one way out and one way in
Motherfuckers cross and get crossed out, made men
We excuses to loot, cock, and shoot
Blow the roof off them groups like [unverified] Raouf [unverified]

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

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

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

But still I made it, a made nigga made by the
Made for war, my aim is and plain
Yeah whether it's 'caine, or these tracks for your brain
You'll forever my name, Edi Amin

I ain't count the line, my strap, not
There be none of that
The hog, K-Dog playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
With the criminal skill, they cannot beat me a

Til' he still and chill, recognize the dea
l feel, a nigga made when I was young and
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 of this rough shit
Rhymes baptize mind while paralyze the public
With my mentality of war, dead bodies and give it to ya raw
nigga to the core

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

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

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

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

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

Can you feel me? closer, ha, ha, ha
Get the mind of a made niggaI 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 bitches
Come and see, to see a made
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 Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his

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

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

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