Luyện nghe bài hát Mobsta's

I dreamed that I was at a 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 of the club and buck me, and touch 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 me across the persian rug to plug me
He shook my hand and me; thought he would do me ugly
but he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino where them be?"
Over by the derby, buy they 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 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 Kell' and your
Death messenger, known to the six cylinder
Look for my army, to Giorgio Armani's
Holdin the Tommy, no one can harm me; and Tommy
to alarm me and quote, he turned to smoked salami
Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my
With Bugs Mirando, against the grain so, gotta him
the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down
at the train po' in Domingo, left him for dead
Two bullets in his Tango, like how that movie go
Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin
but most of the niggaz on his team was
Cold blooded flowin with red Jell-o
There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't
to put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the
Beauty queen you'll wanta
Frank a promise between the organized crimers and old timers
Costello gotta go six below, 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 police force
Lex Diamond was scheamin on scroll
Wanted to own his whole zone, it out
They shot him at a pay
with the big chrome, his whole wig
Blood flowin from out his and bones
At the wake at the home it's havoc
got hit up with automatics
Non-stop inside the rackets
Jack was burnin split Joe Adonis cabbage
The underworld was savage
Pretty Boy was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
with the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed
Mad jealous of all the liquor
Shinin wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas
Me and Nitty was bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us
We drove all over, I pushed a shiny yellow
Moved on it closer get the
Started to feel like was closer, I hit Capone hard
Murder him and his bodyguard in car and dust the chaffeur
Beef over, I him like a supernova
Niggaz me, The Black Cobra
The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm
Act like you got a chip on shoulder
And the two right through your boulder
Money you didn't know they shoulda ya
Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the
Niggaz out here done lie in piss to up the odor
Operations from here to Minnesota to
But yo here Greasy Thumbs, who wants to get the easy funds
He in my eardrum
"Let's take over the entire city, and split the
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