Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Street Blues

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

I'm right in front of my steps thinking of a plan
Looking like Raggedy Ann, no in hand kicking a can
Thinking of a plot to pull some in
I'm dead and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is
I see some ties and my eyes open wide quick
Who's that with you, Bill Blass my sidekick
What's up, black? Give his hand a
Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby be back
right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The us down to the sober section
Of where the clowns don't be paying for protection
The want us to send a message to Jimmy the
Lend a friend the money you're ripping off his car fenders
coming up short cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he get caught
He owes Benjamin Franklins, every last bit of em
But Jimmy's pockets are empty, so now we get rid of him
But Jimmy's wife is with him and they don't to involve her
Hopped out the back they gave me a revolver
Blass, you distract him I go and whack him
through the back side of the bar and then attacked him
He's for his life, reaching for his wife
him in the back of the head and shanked 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 full of cops and
not promised tomorrow in this Little 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 down on the ground, empty your troop
Hit the deck I got the right on your neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a check
But if a tries to choke me
I'll have to smoke him I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, a good journey
even try begging for your life, that don't concern me
So to the next weasel that
Your begging and pleases only getting your closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I a schmuck just to make a buck
Then I a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a fuck
as a sniper piping niggas like a plumber
Cold vicking and 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 I'm stickin her for
Money or life, honey hurry and choose
You lose, because I got the Ill Street

Extra extra read all about it in the
The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the
he pulled some other people to try and hit us
Get us, but none of them did us, he must be to kid us
But that's dead, thank God in the red, 'cross the bread borders
So nobody can short us, he fled down to
to put some 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 Crazy
to tore him even more because she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the and kicked his door in
What's up snake, you violate?
I'm a hossa (What's that?)
Yo, a pig that don't fly straight
Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the
Homie to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye
You the evil that men do, hell is where the men go
We him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I play, clown
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