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 right in front of my front steps thinking of a
Looking like Raggedy Ann, no in hand kicking a can
Thinking of a to pull some bank in
Because I'm dead and
Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is
Soon I see some ties and my 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 we'll be
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 town where the clowns 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 cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and he don't get caught
He some 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 don't to involve her
Hopped out the seat they 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 shanked him with a
And that goes for anybody who's pay they dues
You lose, I got the Ill Street Blues

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

Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of and robbers
You're not promised tomorrow in this Little Shop of
So I got to get with the of hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I Slick
Hold it here, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Or better yet, down on the ground, empty your pockets troop
Hit the deck I got the right on your neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveller's
But if a vic' to choke me
I'll have to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good
Don't try begging for your life, that don't concern me
So to the next weasel freezes
begging and your pleases only getting your closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I a schmuck just to make a buck
Then I break a and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a fuck
Hyper as a sniper piping niggas like a
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, honey hurry and
You lose, because I got the Ill Street

Extra extra all about it in the papers
The boss tried to us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
he pulled some other people to try and hit us
Get us, but none of them did us, he be trying to kid us
But that's dead, thank God in the red, 'cross 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 Glue
Ready to him even more because she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the and kicked his door in
What's up snake, why'd you
Because I'm a (What's that?)
Yo, a pig that don't fly straight
ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and I gave him a decked eye
You know the evil men do, hell is where the men go
We snatched him by his and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play,
Buck, buck, buck, take with you on the way down
I'm hoping you got springs and on your shoes
But you lose, because I got the Ill Blues