Luyện nghe bài hát Mobsta's

I dreamed that I was at a club where all the thugs be
Every mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck G?
That must be Bugsy, in the tux over there with Lucky
Bring my heater, might try to slug me
Take me out in back of the club and me, and touch me
I felt a tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
Fly face, fat ass me a glass of bubbly, said,
"Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the rug to plug me
He shook my and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly
but he dug me, pockets said, "Nino where them drugs be?"
Over there by the derby, buy dirty devils from me
to my paper sturdy, yo word G
I afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
I be D and all that living thirsty, so Nino
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 Kell' and Dillinger
Death messenger, known to the six cylinder
for my army, fatigues to Giorgio Armani's
Holdin the Tommy, no one can me; Will and Tommy
tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to salami
Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my
With Mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him
over the rainbow, he be brain slow, caught him down
at the train po' in Domingo, left him for dead
Two in his Tango, like how that movie Shane go
Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin
but most of the niggaz on his was yellow
Cold blooded flowin with red Jell-o
There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't
to put you in pajamas, fly hooker as the Pocahontas
Beauty queen wanta pok-her-hiendas
Frank broke a between the organized 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
without ever lettin the whole force know
Lex was scheamin on Capone's scroll
Wanted to own his whole zone, it out
They shot him at a pay
with the big chrome, his wig blown
Blood from out his flesh and bones
At the wake at the home it's havoc
got hit up with automatics
Non-stop inside the rackets
McGern was burnin split Joe Adonis cabbage
The underworld was goin
Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
with the Infamous click, to be toyed with
Mad jealous of all the liquor
Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood to Goodfellas
Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, niggaz could tell us
We all over, I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa
on it closer get the toaster
Started to feel like death was closer, I hit hard
Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and the chaffeur
over, I blew him like a supernova
Niggaz me, The Black Cobra
The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly I'm sober
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 with a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers
Niggaz out here lie in piss to cover up the odor
Operations from here to Minnesota to
But yo here Greasy Thumbs, who wants to get the easy funds
He whispered in my
"Let's take over the entire city, and the dough
Me you and Frank Nitty and Siegel and make the bank pretty"
No before we go we gotta murder John Torre
Yo get all his dough and end the story yo