Luyện nghe bài hát Mobsta's

I dreamed that I was at a club where all the thugs be
Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, 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 club and buck me, and me
I felt a hand tug me then turnin around I the lovely
Fly face, fat ass gave me a of bubbly, said,
"Compliments of Bugsy," then took me the persian rug to plug me
He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he do me ugly
but he dug me, pockets said, "Nino where them drugs 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 fuck all that living thirsty, so
do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Nitty
who and, some nigga with a Babyface that they called Nelson
Bad for your health, Machine Gun and your Dillinger
Death messenger, to carry the six cylinder
for my army, fatigues to Giorgio Armani's
Holdin the Tommy, no one can harm me; Will and
tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to smoked
as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo
With Bugs Mirando, the grain so, gotta send him
over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him
at the train po' in Santo Domingo, him for dead
Two bullets in his Tango, like how that movie go
Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while mellow
but of the niggaz on his team was yellow
Cold blooded flowin with red Jell-o
Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate
to put you in pajamas, fly hooker as the Pocahontas
queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas
Frank broke a promise the organized crimers and old timers
Costello gotta go six below, 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 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 flesh and
At the wake at the funeral it's havoc
got hit up with automatics
Non-stop static inside the
McGern 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 with
Mad of all the liquor sellers
Shinin wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas
Me and was like bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us
We drove all over, I pushed a shiny Testarossa
Moved on it get the toaster
Started to feel like was closer, I hit Capone hard
Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and the chaffeur
Beef over, I him like a supernova
nicknamed me, The Black Cobra
The Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm sober
Act like you got a chip on your
And blast the two right through your
Money you 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 the bank pretty"
No before we go we gotta murder John Torre
Yo get all his territory dough and end the yo