Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Street Blues

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

I'm right in front of my front thinking of a plan
Looking Raggedy Ann, no dough in hand kicking a can
of a plot to pull some bank in
Because I'm and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is
Soon I see ties and my eyes open wide quick
Who's with you, chick? Bill Blass my sidekick
What's up, Give his hand a smack
Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby be back
Jumped right on inside, not too people saw us
about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the sober
Of town where the clowns don't be for protection
The us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money next you're off his car fenders
He's up short cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he get caught
He owes some Franklins, every last bit of em
But Jimmy's pockets are empty, so now we get rid of him
But Jimmy's wife is him and they don't want to involve her
Hopped out the back seat gave me a revolver
Blass, you distract him while I go and him
through the back 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 shanked him with a
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, my town is full of cops and robbers
You're not promised tomorrow in this Little Shop of
So I got to get with the of hit quick
Moneygrip's looking thick so I stick Slick
Hold it here, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty pockets troop
Hit the deck I got the Tech right on neck
And I expect to make a buck to with a traveller's check
But if a tries to choke me
I'll to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, a good journey
Don't try begging for your life, that don't concern me
So to the next weasel that
Your begging and your pleases only your closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck to make a buck
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get then I don't give a fuck
Hyper as a sniper piping like a plumber
Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the
Or even a bigger score, the in the liquor store
Go and kick in the door, pull her then I'm stickin her for
Money or your life, hurry and choose
You lose, because I got the Ill Blues

Extra extra read all it in the papers
The boss to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
Because he pulled some other 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 bread
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 even stick me with some Crazy Glue
Ready to tore him 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
I'm a hossa (What's that?)
Yo, that's a pig don't fly straight
ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a eye
You know the evil that men do, hell is the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the
Up, up, and cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take with you on the way down
I'm hoping you got springs and wings on shoes
But you lose, I got the Ill Street Blues