Luyện nghe bài hát Mobsta's

I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the be
Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the G?
That must be Bugsy, in the black tux over there with
Bring my heater, niggaz try to slug me
Take me out in back of the club and buck me, and me
I felt a hand tug me then around I peeped the lovely
Fly face, fat ass me a glass of bubbly, said,
"Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the persian rug to me
He shook my hand and hugged me; he would do me ugly
but he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino them drugs be?"
Over by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
to keep my paper sturdy, yo G
I afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
I be D and fuck all that living thirsty, so
do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Nitty
who else and, some nigga with a that they called Nelson
Bad for health, Machine Gun Kell' and your Dillinger
Death messenger, known to carry the six
Look for my army, fatigues to Giorgio
Holdin the Tommy, no one can me; Will and Tommy
tried to alarm me and quote, he to smoked salami
as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo
With Mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him
over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him
at the po' in Santo Domingo, left him for dead
Two bullets in his Tango, like how that movie go
Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin
but of the niggaz on his team was yellow
Cold blooded veins flowin with red
Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate
to put you in pajamas, fly fine as the Pocahontas
Beauty you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas
Frank broke a promise between the crimers and old timers
gotta go six below, nobody voted no
to veto, so they hit him a hollow torpedo
Up in his torso, he a boss so, he can go
ever lettin the whole police force know
Lex was scheamin on Capone's scroll
to own his whole zone, it leaked out
They shot him at a pay
the big chrome, his whole wig blown
Blood from out his flesh and bones
At the wake at the home it's havoc
Family got hit up with
Non-stop static inside the
Jack McGern was burnin Joe Adonis cabbage
The was goin savage
Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
with the Infamous click, wasn't to be with
Mad jealous of all the liquor
Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from dwellers to Goodfellas
Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin could tell us
We drove all over, I pushed a yellow Testarossa
on it closer get the toaster
Started to feel death was closer, I hit Capone hard
Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and the chaffeur
Beef over, I him like a supernova
nicknamed me, The Black Cobra
The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm
Act like you got a on your shoulder
And the two right through your boulder
Money you didn't know they told ya
Nigga you fuckin a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers
Niggaz out here lie in piss to cover up the odor
Operations from to Minnesota to Dakota
But yo here Greasy Thumbs, who wants to get the easy funds
He in my eardrum
"Let's take the entire city, and split the dough
Me you and Frank Nitty and Siegel and make the bank pretty"
No doubt we go we gotta murder John Torre
Yo get all his dough and end the story yo