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 plot to some bank in
I'm dead and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is
Soon I see some ties and my eyes open wide
Who's that with you, chick? Bill my sidekick
up, black? Give his hand a smack
Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be
Jumped right on inside, not too people saw us
Thinking who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the section
Of town where the clowns don't be for protection
The us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money next ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he don't get
He owes Benjamin Franklins, every last bit of em
But Jimmy's are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him
But Jimmy's wife is with him and they want to involve her
Hopped out the back seat they me a revolver
Blass, you distract him while I go and him
Entered the back 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 shanked him a knife
And that for anybody who's gotta pay they dues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street

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

Suckers I clobber, because my is full of cops and robbers
You're not promised tomorrow in this Little of Horrors
So I got to get with the of hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's thick so I stick Slick
it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty pockets troop
Hit the I got the Tech right on your neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a check
But if a vic' to choke me
I'll to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, a good journey
Don't even try for your life, that don't concern me
So to the next that freezes
Your begging and your pleases only getting closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I give a fuck
Hyper as a sniper niggas like a plumber
Cold vicking and up the ones that run the numbers
Or a bigger 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

Extra extra read all it in the papers
The boss to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
Because he pulled some 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, the bread borders
So nobody can short us, he fled to headquarters
Ready to put some in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two
But yo, the man can't even stick me with some Crazy
Ready to tore him even because she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his in
What's up snake, you violate?
I'm a hossa (What's that?)
Yo, that's a pig that fly straight
ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I him a decked eye
You know the evil that men do, hell is the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the
Up, up, and cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way
I'm you got springs and wings on your shoes
But you lose, I got the Ill Street Blues