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 thinking of a plan
Looking like Raggedy Ann, no in hand kicking a can
Thinking of a plot to pull some in
Because I'm dead and
Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is
Soon I see some ties and my eyes open wide
Who's that with you, chick? Blass my sidekick
up, black? Give his hand a smack
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 us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
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 some Benjamin Franklins, last bit of em
But Jimmy's pockets are empty, so now we get rid of him
But Jimmy's is with him and they don't want to involve her
Hopped out the back seat they gave me a
Blass, you distract him I go and whack him
Entered through the side of the bar and then attacked him
screaming for his life, reaching for his wife
Shot him in the of the head and shanked him with a knife
And that goes for who's gotta pay they dues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street

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

Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and
You're not promised tomorrow in this Shop of Horrors
So I got to get with the of hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's thick so I stick Slick
Hold it right here, in the air, I know 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' tries to me
have to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, a good journey
Don't even try begging for your life, that don't me
So to the weasel that freezes
Your begging and your pleases getting your closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get 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 lady in the 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 Street

Extra read all about it in the papers
The tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
Because he pulled some other to try and hit us
Get us, but none of them did us, he be trying 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
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 me with some Crazy Glue
Ready to tore him even because she saw him
We out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in
up snake, why'd you violate?
Because I'm a (What's that?)
Yo, that's a pig that fly straight
Getting ready to jab him, I him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and I gave him a decked eye
You know the that men do, hell is where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play,
Buck, buck, buck, take that you on the way down
I'm hoping you got springs and wings on your
But you lose, because I got the Ill Street