Luyện nghe bài hát Mobsta's

I dreamed that I was at a scene where all the thugs be
Every mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck G?
That must be Bugsy, in the black tux over with Lucky
my heater, niggaz might try to slug me
Take me out in back of the and buck me, and touch me
I a hand 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 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 there by the derby, buy they dirty devils me
to keep my paper sturdy, yo G
I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you 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 they called Nelson
Bad for your health, Machine Gun Kell' and your
Death messenger, known to carry the six
Look for my army, fatigues to Armani's
Holdin the Tommy, no one can harm me; Will and
tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to salami
Dead as a zombie, full of my ammo
Bugs Mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him
over the rainbow, he must be slow, caught him down
at the train po' in Domingo, left him for dead
Two bullets in his Tango, like how that Shane go
Frank Costello, fellow, he murders while remainin 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 hooker fine as the
Beauty queen you'll 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 with a hollow
Up in his torso, he a boss so, he can go
without ever lettin the whole police force
Lex was scheamin on Capone's scroll
Wanted to own his whole zone, it out
They him at a pay phone
the big chrome, his whole wig blown
Blood from out his flesh and bones
At the wake at the funeral it's havoc
got hit up with automatics
Non-stop static the rackets
McGern was burnin split Joe Adonis cabbage
The was goin savage
Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he shit
with the click, wasn't to be toyed with
Mad jealous of all the sellers
Shinin with wine cellars, turn em hood dwellers to Goodfellas
Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin could tell us
We drove all over, I a shiny yellow Testarossa
Moved on it get the toaster
Started to feel like was closer, I hit Capone hard
him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the chaffeur
Beef over, I him like a supernova
Niggaz nicknamed me, The Cobra
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 fuckin a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers
Niggaz out done lie in piss to cover up the odor
Operations from here to to Dakota
But yo here comes Greasy Thumbs, who wants to get the funds
He whispered in my
"Let's take over the entire city, and split the
Me you and Frank Nitty and Siegel and that'll the bank pretty"
No doubt we go we gotta murder John Torre
Yo get all his territory and end the story yo