Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Street Blues

Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap another one y'all.
We going to it like this...

I'm in front of my front steps thinking of a plan
Looking like Ann, no dough in hand kicking a can
Thinking of a to pull some bank in
I'm dead and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, is shrinking
I see some ties and my eyes open wide quick
Who's that with you, chick? Bill my sidekick
What's up, black? Give his a smack
Up pulls a Cadillac, yo we'll be back
Jumped on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the sober
Of town where the don't be paying for protection
The want us to send a message to the bartender
Lend a friend the money you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he don't get
He owes some Franklins, every last bit of em
But Jimmy's are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him
But Jimmy's wife is him and they don't want to involve her
Hopped out the back seat they me a revolver
Blass, you distract him while I go and him
Entered through the side of the bar and then attacked him
He's screaming for his life, reaching for his
Shot him in the back of the head and him with a knife
And goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Blues

You lose, cause I got the Ill Blues (repeat 4x)

Suckers I clobber, because my town is of cops and robbers
not promised tomorrow in this Little Shop of Horrors
So I got to get with the of hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick
Hold it right here, hands in the air, I you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty pockets troop
Hit the deck I got the Tech right on neck
And I expect to make a to heck with a traveller's check
But if a vic' tries to me
I'll have to smoke him I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a journey
Don't even try begging for your life, that concern me
So to the weasel that freezes
Your begging and your pleases only getting your to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to a buck
Then I a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a fuck
Hyper as a piping niggas like a plumber
Cold vicking and up the ones that run the numbers
Or even a score, the lady in the liquor store
Go inside and in the door, pull her then I'm stickin her for
Money or your life, hurry and choose
You lose, because I got the Ill Blues

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The tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
Because he pulled other people to try and hit us
Get us, but none of did us, he must be trying to kid us
But that's dead, I'll thank God in the red, 'cross the borders
So nobody can short us, he fled down to
Ready to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, do a job or two
But yo, the man can't even me with some Crazy Glue
to tore him even more because she saw him
We took out all the in the front and kicked his door in
What's up snake, you violate?
I'm a hossa (What's that?)
Yo, that's a pig don't fly straight
Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a eye
You know the evil that men do, hell is the men go
We him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take with you on the way down
I'm hoping you got and wings on your shoes
But you lose, I got the Ill Street Blues