Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Street Blues

Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here G. Rap with another one y'all.
We to swing 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
Thinking of a plot to pull some in
Because I'm and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, is shrinking
Soon I see some ties and my eyes wide quick
Who's that with you, 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
Thinking about who gotta get because the mob got a job for us
The drove us to the sober section
Of town where the clowns don't be paying for
The want us to a message to Jimmy the bartender
a friend the money next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he don't get
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
Hopped out the back seat gave me a revolver
Blass, you him while I go and whack him
Entered through the back side of the bar and then him
He's screaming for his life, for his wife
Shot him in the back of the head and shanked him with a
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)

Suckers I clobber, because my is full of cops and robbers
You're not promised tomorrow in Little Shop of Horrors
So I got to get the business of hit quick
pocket's looking thick so I stick Slick
Hold it here, hands 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 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 try begging for your life, that don't concern me
So to the next that freezes
Your begging and your only getting 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 and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
Or even a bigger score, the 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 read all about it in the
The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the
Because he some other people to try and hit us
Get us, but none of them did us, he be trying to kid us
But dead, I'll thank God in the red, 'cross the bread borders
So can short us, he fled down to headquarters
Ready to put some work in, not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two
But yo, the man can't stick me with some Crazy Glue
to tore him even more 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, a pig that don't fly straight
Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I him a decked eye
You the evil that men do, hell is where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the
Up, up, and away 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