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 steps thinking of a plan
Looking like Raggedy Ann, no dough in kicking a can
of a plot to pull some bank in
Because I'm and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, is shrinking
Soon I see some ties and my eyes open quick
Who's that with you, chick? Bill Blass my
up, black? Give his hand a smack
Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby be back
Jumped on inside, not too many people saw us
about who gotta get robbed 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 message to Jimmy the
Lend a friend the money next ripping off his car fenders
He's up short cause 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 want to her
out the back seat they gave me a revolver
Blass, you distract him while I go and him
Entered through the side of the bar and then attacked him
He's screaming for his life, for his wife
Shot him in the back of the head and him with a knife
And goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Blues

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

I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers
You're not promised in this Little Shop of Horrors
So I got to get with the business of hit
Moneygrip's looking thick so I stick Slick
Hold it right here, in the air, I know you got the loot
Or yet, face down on the ground, empty your pockets troop
Hit the deck I got the Tech on your neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a 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 that freezes
Your begging and your pleases only your closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a
Then I break a duck and if the duck get bucked then I don't give a fuck
Hyper as a sniper piping like a plumber
Cold and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
Or a bigger score, the lady 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 all about it in the papers
The boss tried to us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
Because he pulled some 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 down 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 me with some Crazy Glue
Ready to him even more because she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the front and his door in
What's up snake, you violate?
I'm a hossa (What's that?)
Yo, that's a pig that fly straight
Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the
tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye
You know the evil that men do, is where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way
I'm hoping you got springs and on your shoes
But you lose, I got the Ill Street Blues