Luyện nghe bài hát Mobsta's

I that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the G?
That must be Bugsy, in the black tux over with Lucky
Bring my heater, niggaz 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 me a glass of bubbly, said,
"Compliments of Bugsy," took 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 said, "Nino where them drugs be?"
Over by the derby, buy they dirty devils from 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 thirsty, so Nino
do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Frank
who else and, some nigga with a Babyface they called Nelson
Bad for your health, Gun Kell' and your Dillinger
Death messenger, known to the six cylinder
Look for my army, to Giorgio Armani's
Holdin the Tommy, no one can harm me; Will and
tried to me and quote, he turned to smoked salami
as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo
With Bugs Mirando, the grain so, gotta send him
the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down
at the po' in Santo Domingo, left him for dead
Two in his Tango, like how that movie Shane 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
There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, hesitate
to put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the
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 hit him with 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 zone, it leaked out
shot him at a pay phone
with the big chrome, his whole wig
Blood flowin out his flesh and bones
At the wake at the funeral it's havoc
got hit up with automatics
Non-stop static the rackets
Jack McGern was burnin split Joe cabbage
The underworld was savage
Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
with the Infamous click, wasn't to be with
Mad jealous of all the liquor
Shinin with cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas
Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, niggaz could tell us
We drove all over, I pushed a yellow Testarossa
on it closer get the toaster
Started to feel like was closer, I hit Capone hard
Murder him and his bodyguard in car and dust the chaffeur
Beef over, I blew him like a
nicknamed me, The Black 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 through your
Money you know they shoulda told ya
Nigga you fuckin a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers
Niggaz out here lie in piss to cover up the odor
Operations here to Minnesota to Dakota
But yo here comes Greasy Thumbs, who wants to get the funds
He whispered in my
"Let's take over the city, and split 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 territory and end the story yo