Luyện nghe bài hát Mobsta's

I dreamed I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck G?
That must be Bugsy, in the black tux over there Lucky
Bring my heater, niggaz try to slug me
Take me out in back of the club and me, and touch me
I felt a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the
Fly face, fat ass gave me a 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 chubby said, "Nino where them be?"
Over there by the derby, buy dirty devils from me
to keep my sturdy, yo word G
I afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
I be D and fuck all that living thirsty, so
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 me; Will and Tommy
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, send him
over the rainbow, he be brain slow, caught him down
at the train po' in Santo Domingo, him for dead
Two bullets in his Tango, how that movie Shane go
Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders remainin mellow
but most of the niggaz on his was yellow
Cold blooded veins flowin red Jell-o
Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate
to put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the
Beauty queen you'll wanta
Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old
Costello gotta go six below, nobody 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 whole zone, it out
They shot him at a pay
with the big chrome, his whole wig
Blood flowin out his flesh and bones
At the wake at the funeral home it's
Family got hit up with
Non-stop static inside the
Jack McGern was burnin split Joe Adonis
The underworld was goin
Pretty Boy was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed with
Mad jealous of all the liquor
Shinin with wine cellars, turn em hood dwellers to Goodfellas
Me and Nitty was like tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us
We drove all over, I pushed a shiny yellow
Moved on it get the toaster
Started to feel like death was closer, I hit Capone
Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the
Beef over, I blew him a supernova
Niggaz me, The Black Cobra
The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm
Act like you got a chip on shoulder
And blast the two right through your
Money you didn't know they shoulda ya
Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, up and smell the Folgers
out here 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 in my eardrum
"Let's take the entire city, and split the dough
Me you and Frank Nitty and Siegel and make the bank pretty"
No doubt before we go we gotta John Torre
Yo get all his territory dough and end the yo