Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Street Blues

Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here G. Rap with another one y'all.
We going to 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
Thinking of a plot to some bank in
Because I'm and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is
Soon I see some ties and my open wide quick
Who's that with you, chick? Blass my sidekick
What's up, black? Give his a smack
Up a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who gotta get because the mob got a job for us
The drove us down to the section
Of where the clowns don't be paying for protection
The want us to send a message to the bartender
Lend a friend the money you're ripping off his car fenders
He's up short cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he don't get
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 with him and they want to involve her
Hopped out the back seat they gave me a
Blass, you him while I go and whack him
Entered through the side of the bar and then attacked him
He's screaming for his life, reaching for his
Shot him in the of the head and shanked him with a knife
And that for anybody who's gotta pay they dues
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street

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 tomorrow in this Little Shop of
So I got to get with the business of hit
pocket'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 your troop
Hit the I got the Tech right on your neck
And I expect to make a to heck with a traveller's check
But if a vic' tries to me
I'll have to him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a journey
Don't even try begging for your life, that don't me
So to the next weasel freezes
Your begging and your pleases only getting your closer to Jesus
Yeah, I a schmuck just to make a buck
I break a duck 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 inside and in the door, pull her then I'm stickin her for
Money or life, honey hurry and choose
You lose, I got the Ill Street 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 people to try and hit us
Get us, but none of did us, he must be trying to kid us
But that's dead, I'll God in the red, 'cross the bread borders
So can short us, he fled down to headquarters
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 more because she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his in
What's up snake, you violate?
Because I'm a (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 him a decked eye
You know the evil 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 don't play,
Buck, buck, buck, take with you on the way down
I'm hoping you got and wings on your shoes
But you lose, I got the Ill Street Blues