Luyện nghe bài hát Mafiosos

[Al Pacino, "Scarface"]
This like a great big pussy, just waitin to get fucked
I'm tellin you, I, I shoulda here ten years ago
I'da been a, a by this time
By time, I'd have my own boat, my own car, my own golf course
In this country, you gotta make the money
Then you get the money, you get the power
Then when you get the power, then you get the
That's why you gotta make your own

I come from the under, the rain and the thunder
double a burnin' rubber in yo baby mother
Fuck supper, eat yo bitch ass up for breakfast
In Texas, we blast first and then ask
Competition, all you can do is keep
you need to yo muthafuckin' ass up and listen
The prison winnin', a losin' battle
Puttin' hate in our heart, we got more than cattle
Mexicans killin' I'm tired of you jealous men
Mad cause I'm on up like the Jeffersons
pickins, I made a livin' cookin' chickens
The sickest, now my flow is than my dick is
You bump your two lips and I'ma bust my two
That's two hollow to make you do two flips
I'm a fool and a nut that really don't give a fuck
Buckle up and do a drive-by in my grandpa's

[Al Pacino, "Scarface"]
Look, the time has come; we gotta
The whole operation,
New York, Chicago, L.A
We gotta set our own mark, and it
We gotta big now

I got my on dollar signs, blowin' lime dimes of pine
My time to shine, you don't know Bing man he
Proceed to shine, and blind, dedicated to my
Top down, showin' spine, as I on the grind
See I 'em down. Stop flexin' I'm bustin' rhymes
Bullet clips and slimes, you stop up at the sign
Think like Einstein, syrup and crush combined
Drippin' paint on recline, keep my broads in
Come and find these niggaz swear to God wreckin' the scene
I'm so like Al Green; oh you ain't heard about Bing?
Baby moma's on ding-a-ling, exposin the G-String
Say they panties got wet, the first that they peeped me
I no hoe, I sip 4's, get throwed and watch sports
Swangin' '84's, indo, blowin' on the road
Stackin' C-notes, makin' bitch niggas full of they own
'til the day that I go in Grando fo sho

[Al Pacino, "Scarface"]
I know all that bullshit, your breath
You got on me
You know it, I it
I'm dollar bills
You wanna waste my time?
Call my
He's the best lawyer in
He's a good lawyer
by tomorrow morning, you're gonna be working in Alaska

Woke up this morning, in a room was padded up
to the bed, couldn't move, got me mad enough
I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Where am I, what I done?"
They stuffed my mouth so I couldn't bite my
then they opened my arm and a needle
from the the maximum sedation
Seven hours later I made a interrogation
They sayin' I burnt man, and his wife, and they kids
It appears none of lived, I can't remember if I did
But they insist I'm the arsonist, claimin' that my part in this
was that I doused the in the dark and stayed up off of this
But not before I the necks of each and everyone of 'em
Only cause it's cleaner than the up and gunnin' 'em
I stacked them up and grabbed the gas for the soakin' 'em
Actin' like they dead the fumes was just chokin' 'em
Now comin' back to me, reality, that would be
Yes I set the fire that's the common casualty

[Al Pacino, "Scarface"]
you think I am, huh?
What you think I am a fuckin' worm like
I told you already, I told you, fuck with me!
I told you, no kids, no but you wouldn't listen
[gunfire], [scream],