Luyện nghe bài hát Mobsta's

I dreamed I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
Every criminal mug be, in luxury, what the fuck G?
That must be Bugsy, in the tux over there with Lucky
Bring my heater, niggaz try to slug me
Take me out in back of the and buck me, and touch me
I felt a hand tug me then around I peeped the lovely
Fly face, fat ass gave me a of bubbly, said,
"Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the rug to plug me
He shook my hand and hugged me; he would do me ugly
but he dug me, chubby said, "Nino where them drugs be?"
there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
to keep my paper sturdy, yo G
I ain't afraid to get my dirty, you heard me?
I be D and all that living thirsty, so Nino
do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Nitty
who else and, some nigga with a Babyface that called Nelson
Bad for your health, Machine Gun and your Dillinger
messenger, known to carry the six cylinder
Look for my army, fatigues to Armani's
the Tommy, no one can harm me; Will and Tommy
tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to salami
Dead as a zombie, full of my ammo
With Bugs Mirando, against the grain so, send him
over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, him down
at the train po' in Santo Domingo, left him for
Two bullets in his Tango, how that movie Shane go
Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while mellow
but most of the niggaz on his team was
Cold blooded veins flowin red Jell-o
Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate
to put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the
Beauty queen you'll pok-her-hiendas
Frank broke a promise between the organized and old timers
Costello go six below, nobody voted no
to veto, so they hit him with a hollow
Up in his torso, he a boss so, he can go
without ever the whole police force know
Lex Diamond was scheamin on scroll
Wanted to own his zone, it leaked out
They him at a pay phone
the big chrome, his whole wig blown
Blood flowin from out his flesh and
At the wake at the home it's havoc
Family got hit up automatics
Non-stop static inside the
Jack McGern was burnin split Joe cabbage
The was goin savage
Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
with the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed
Mad jealous of all the sellers
Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from dwellers to Goodfellas
Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, niggaz could tell us
We drove all over, I pushed a shiny Testarossa
Moved on it get the toaster
to feel like death was closer, I hit Capone hard
Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the
Beef over, I blew him like a
nicknamed me, The Black Cobra
The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly I'm sober
Act like you got a chip on your
And the two right through your boulder
you didn't know they shoulda told ya
Nigga you with a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers
Niggaz out here done lie in piss to up the odor
Operations from here to to Dakota
But yo here comes Greasy Thumbs, who to get the easy funds
He whispered in my
"Let's take over the city, and split the dough
Me you and Frank Nitty and Siegel and that'll make the pretty"
No doubt before we go we gotta John Torre
Yo get all his dough and end the story yo