Luyện nghe bài hát Mobsta's

I dreamed I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
Every mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck G?
That must be Bugsy, in the black tux there with Lucky
my heater, niggaz might try to slug me
Take me out in back of the club and buck me, and me
I felt a hand tug me turnin 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, pockets chubby said, "Nino where them be?"
Over there by the derby, buy they devils from me
to my paper sturdy, yo word G
I ain't afraid to get my dirty, you heard me?
I be D and fuck all that living thirsty, so
do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Frank
who else and, some nigga a Babyface that they called Nelson
Bad for your health, Machine Gun and your Dillinger
Death messenger, known to the six cylinder
for my army, fatigues to Giorgio Armani's
Holdin the Tommy, no one can harm me; and Tommy
tried to alarm me and quote, he to smoked salami
Dead as a zombie, full of my ammo
With Bugs Mirando, the grain so, gotta send him
over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, him down
at the train po' in Santo Domingo, him for dead
Two bullets in his Tango, like how that Shane go
Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while mellow
but of the niggaz on his team was yellow
Cold blooded veins flowin with red
There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, hesitate
to put you in pajamas, fly fine as the Pocahontas
Beauty queen wanta pok-her-hiendas
broke a promise between the organized crimers and old timers
Costello gotta go six below, nobody no
to veto, so they hit him a hollow torpedo
Up in his torso, he a boss so, he can go
without ever lettin the whole police force
Lex Diamond was scheamin on scroll
Wanted to own his whole zone, it out
They shot him at a pay
the big chrome, his whole wig blown
Blood flowin out his flesh and bones
At the wake at the funeral home it's
got hit up with automatics
Non-stop static the rackets
Jack McGern was burnin split Joe Adonis
The underworld was goin
Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he shit
with the Infamous click, to be toyed with
Mad of all the liquor sellers
Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to
Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin niggaz could us
We drove all over, I pushed a yellow Testarossa
Moved on it get the toaster
Started to feel death was closer, I hit Capone hard
Murder him and his in they car and dust the chaffeur
Beef over, I blew him a supernova
Niggaz nicknamed me, The Black
The Lady Casanova, yo I'm deadly when I'm sober
Act like you got a on your shoulder
And blast the two right your boulder
Money you didn't know they shoulda ya
Nigga you with a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers
Niggaz out here done lie in piss to cover up the
Operations here to Minnesota to Dakota
But yo here comes Greasy Thumbs, who to get the easy funds
He whispered in my
"Let's over the entire city, and split the dough
Me you and Frank and Siegel and that'll make the bank pretty"
No doubt before we go we murder John Torre
Yo get all his territory and end the story yo