Luyện nghe bài hát Mobsta's

I dreamed I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
Every mug be, living 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 then turnin around I the lovely
Fly face, fat ass me a glass of bubbly, said,
"Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the rug to plug me
He shook my and hugged 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 my paper sturdy, yo word G
I ain't afraid to get my dirty, you heard me?
I be D and fuck all that living thirsty, so
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 Dillinger
Death messenger, known to the six cylinder
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 smoked
Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my
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 movie go
Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin
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
Beauty queen wanta pok-her-hiendas
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 know
Lex Diamond was scheamin on Capone's
Wanted to own his whole zone, it out
They him at a pay phone
with the big chrome, his whole wig
Blood flowin from out his 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 underworld was savage
Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he shit
the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed with
Mad jealous of all the liquor
Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood to Goodfellas
Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, niggaz could tell us
We all over, I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa
on it closer 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 blew him like a
Niggaz me, The Black Cobra
The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm
Act you got a chip on your shoulder
And the two right through your boulder
Money you didn't know they told ya
Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, up and smell the Folgers
Niggaz out here done lie in piss to cover up the
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 make the pretty"
No doubt before we go we gotta John Torre
Yo get all his territory and end the story yo