Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Street Blues

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

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

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

I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers
You're not tomorrow in this Little Shop of Horrors
So I got to get the business 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, your pockets troop
Hit the I got the Tech right on your neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck a traveller's check
But if a vic' to choke me
I'll have to smoke him I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good
Don't even try for your life, that don't concern me
So to the next weasel freezes
Your begging and your only getting your closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a just to make a buck
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked I don't give a fuck
Hyper as a piping niggas like a plumber
Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the
Or even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor
Go inside and kick in the door, pull her then I'm her for
Money or your life, hurry and choose
You lose, I got the Ill Street Blues

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The boss tried to rape us, so we him off the skyscraper
he pulled some other people to try and hit us
Get us, but none of did us, he must be trying to kid us
But dead, I'll thank God in the red, 'cross the bread borders
So nobody can short us, he fled to headquarters
Ready to put some work in, not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two
But yo, the man even stick me with some Crazy Glue
to tore him even more because she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his in
up snake, why'd you violate?
Because I'm a (What's that?)
Yo, that's a pig that don't fly
ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
Homie to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked 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 cause I don't play,
Buck, buck, buck, that with you on the way down
I'm hoping you got springs and wings on your
But you lose, because I got the Ill Street