Luyện nghe bài hát Made Niggaz

No man what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin' worldwide mob
Death Row at finest

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

My life in exchange for yours, hated as a thug
House full of cryin' from 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?

World do ya hear me? Catch a risin'
Fuck the love, fear me
Got these niggaz 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 wanna see me head on..
Think of all the busters that I had to leave dead and

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

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

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 wonderin', where my life begins
These niggaz crossed my father den my father them

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

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

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

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

I be touched 'cause of the weapons I clutch
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 gon' happen
I the paper, stackin' at those
Who be paper snatchin', will emerge like crack in the

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

But I made 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 your
You'll forever my name, Edi Amin

I count the line, my strap, not head
There be none of that
The young hog, playin', Outlaw Immortal combat
With the criminal skill, they beat me a nigga

he still 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 outcome will be the same every
We all gon' die, get yours 'cause I'ma get

Tha Outlawz, we be the Don of this rough shit
Rhymes baptize your mind while the public
With my mentality of war, bodies and silence give it to ya raw
Thug to the core

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

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

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

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

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

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

I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches
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 time it is, Daz Dillinger
Kurupt, Gotti
(Ha, ha, ha, made niggaz beotch)

Uh, sarge, uh
got uh Tupac Shakur
Uh, Fatal, Fatal
Uh, Kastro,

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