Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Street Blues

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

I'm right in front of my front steps thinking of a
Looking Raggedy Ann, no dough in hand kicking a can
Thinking of a to pull some bank in
Because I'm and stinking
Soles on my winking, t-shirt is shrinking
Soon I see some and my eyes open wide quick
Who's that with you, chick? Bill Blass my
What's up, black? his hand a smack
Up a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who gotta get robbed the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the section
Of town the clowns don't be paying for protection
The want us to send a to Jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short cause he
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he 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 Jimmy's wife is with him and they don't to involve her
Hopped out the seat they gave me a revolver
Blass, you him while I go and whack him
Entered through the back side of the bar and then 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 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
You're not promised tomorrow in this Shop of Horrors
So I got to get the business of hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's looking so I stick Slick
Hold it right here, hands in the air, I you got the loot
Or better yet, face on the ground, empty 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 journey
Don't even try begging for your life, that concern me
So to the next weasel that
Your begging and your pleases only getting closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a just to make a buck
I break a duck 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 sticking up the that run the numbers
Or even a bigger score, the in the liquor store
Go inside and kick in the door, pull her then I'm her for
or your life, honey hurry and choose
You lose, because I got the Ill Blues

Extra extra read all it in the papers
The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the
Because he pulled some other 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 bread
So nobody can short us, he fled to headquarters
to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two
But yo, the man even stick me with some Crazy Glue
Ready to tore him even more she saw him
We took out all the in the front and kicked his door in
What's up snake, you violate?
Because I'm a (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, is where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and him out the window
Up, up, and cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take with you on the way down
I'm you got springs and wings on your shoes
But you lose, because I got the Ill Street