Luyện nghe bài hát Mobsta's

I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the be
Every criminal mug be, in luxury, what the fuck G?
That must be Bugsy, in the black tux over there with
my heater, niggaz might try to slug me
Take me out in back of the and buck me, and touch me
I felt a hand tug me then around I peeped 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 and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly
but he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino them drugs be?"
Over there by the derby, buy dirty devils from me
to my paper sturdy, yo word G
I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you me?
I be D and fuck all living thirsty, so Nino
do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, Frank Nitty
who and, some nigga with a Babyface that they called Nelson
Bad for your health, Machine Gun and your Dillinger
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 to smoked salami
as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo
With Bugs Mirando, against the grain so, gotta him
the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down
at the train po' in Santo Domingo, left him for
Two bullets in his Tango, like how movie Shane go
Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin mellow
but most of the on his team was yellow
Cold blooded veins flowin with red
There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't
to put you in pajamas, fly fine as the Pocahontas
Beauty queen wanta pok-her-hiendas
broke a promise between the organized crimers and old timers
Costello go six below, nobody voted no
to veto, so hit him with a hollow torpedo
Up in his torso, he ain't a so, he can go
without ever lettin the whole force know
Lex Diamond was scheamin on Capone's
to own his whole zone, it leaked 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 funeral home havoc
got hit up with automatics
Non-stop static the rackets
Jack McGern was burnin split Joe cabbage
The underworld was savage
Pretty Boy was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
with the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed
Mad of all the liquor sellers
Shinin wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas
Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin could tell us
We drove all over, I a shiny yellow Testarossa
on it closer get the toaster
Started to like death was closer, I hit Capone hard
Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and the chaffeur
over, I blew him like a supernova
Niggaz nicknamed me, The Black
The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even when I'm sober
Act you got a chip on your shoulder
And blast the two right through boulder
Money you didn't know they shoulda ya
you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers
Niggaz out here done lie in to cover up the odor
Operations here to Minnesota to Dakota
But yo here comes Greasy Thumbs, who wants to get the funds
He in my eardrum
"Let's take over the entire city, and the dough
Me you and Frank and Siegel and that'll make the bank pretty"
No doubt before we go we gotta murder John
Yo get all his dough and end the story yo