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 steps of a plan
Looking like Ann, no dough in hand 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 open quick
Who's that you, chick? Bill Blass my sidekick
What's up, black? Give his a smack
Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be
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 town where the don't be paying for protection
The want us to send a message to Jimmy the
Lend a friend the money next you're ripping off his car
coming up short cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and he don't get caught
He owes some Benjamin Franklins, every 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 want to involve her
out the back seat 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 screaming for his life, for his wife
Shot him in the back of the and shanked him with a knife
And that 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)

Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and
You're not promised in this Little Shop of Horrors
So I got to get the business of hit quick
Moneygrip's looking thick so I stick Slick
Hold it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the
Or better yet, face on the ground, empty your pockets troop
Hit the deck I got the Tech right on your
And I expect to make a buck to with a traveller's check
But if a tries to choke me
I'll have to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good
Don't even try begging for your life, don't concern me
So to the next weasel freezes
Your and your pleases only getting your closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a just to make a buck
Then I break a and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a fuck
Hyper as a piping niggas like a plumber
Cold vicking and up the ones 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 life, honey hurry and choose
You lose, because I got the Ill Blues

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 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 fled to headquarters
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
Ready to tore him even more she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the front and 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
Getting to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
tried to get fly, and swing 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 cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way
I'm you got springs and wings on your shoes
But you lose, I got the Ill Street Blues