Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Street Blues

Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with 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 dough in kicking a can
of a plot to pull some bank in
Because I'm dead and
on my shoes winking, t-shirt is shrinking
Soon I see some ties and my eyes wide quick
Who's that with you, chick? 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 robbed the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the section
Of town where the clowns be paying for protection
The want us to a message to Jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money next ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he 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
He's for his life, reaching for his wife
Shot him in the back of the head and shanked him a knife
And goes for anybody who's gotta 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 is full of cops and robbers
You're not promised tomorrow in Little Shop of Horrors
So I got to get with the business of hit
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick
Hold it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the
Or yet, face down 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 with a traveller's check
But if a vic' to choke me
I'll have to smoke him like I'm the Bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a journey
Don't even try begging for your life, don't concern me
So to the next weasel freezes
Your begging and your pleases only getting closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I a schmuck just to make a buck
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't a fuck
Hyper as a piping niggas like a plumber
Cold and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
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 life, honey hurry and choose
You lose, because I got the Ill Blues

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The boss tried to rape us, so we him off the skyscraper
Because he some other people to try and hit us
Get us, but of them 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 us, he fled down to headquarters
Ready to put work 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
to tore him even more because she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the front and his door in
What's up snake, why'd you
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 tried to get fly, and swing I him a decked eye
You know the that 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 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