Luyện nghe bài hát Payback is a Grandmother

Yo, I don't know was on y'all niggas birds
To go up to the boat, and start robbing old
Now see you done messed the wrong old lady
You done wild, yo, check it

There was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve
that broke in my crib, it wasn't involving him
Four in the morning, my phone
I'm thinking, "Who the fuck is this," on the other screaming
Told em, "Keep down," but they was breathing
It was my telling me that she had been robbed
I told her (hold) tight (tight), I'd be right over
Freezing but this situation made the colder
Knew was the night (that what?) that she played poker
With some friends in a club at the boat bub'
Said she seen these thugs on the boat for a
Not gambling but now and then they'd smile
Then blow! had Mag's
And everybody, "Put your shit in the bag"
Made people strip naked, quicker than a record (what?)
Had the place took in a minute and some
Asked her how of it was em? (How many of it was em?)
Said she remember
She was and buzzing, couldn't describe em
Cause it happened too fast (what?) said they like me
With pants hanging off they ass
Got her some water, and to think
How these niggas take her wig, her bracelet and her
Somebody the crib know the deal
Whoever did it better have Shield for real
Cause yo, it's the big

Later day I went to the 'shop, to see what was up
Them niggas probably knew something plus I a cut
Walked in they was Jigga
Discussing how Da Brat titties done got
These next to me, was talking bout the heist
did it even got Jordan for his ice
Said that it was done so precise the ain't know nothing
Had to use all my might not to ask no
Put down the magazine, to the pop machine
Noticing these cats, had the Bling
They wouldn't be talking if they did it, it could be they
A week ago neither one of these niggas had a
This came in, selling CD's, said the BD's
Was bragging bout they had done
By now, I'm thinking my gun if I see gramps bracelet
I'ma play racist (and what?) and make run
the big payback

My imagination roamed as I got in the
when shit went down, I was I was there
Fucking with fam' who you are, I care
your guys pouring liquor witch'ya name in they swear
These chicks claim they was there, knew the niggas who it
it was Smoke and them from the Wild 100's
Eight million stories got me in place, it's getting tricky
(like who?) like dude, do drum'n'bass
There was a air in the place, made me suspicious
Normally, they'd be like bitches
My cut me with a quickness (what?)
him where he got the new bracelet
He said it was his sister's, I then
What made it official, he gave me my
The clip had gramp's initials (c'mon)
As I, whooped his ass up, six niggas up
up in a Cadillac truck

Three-alarm fire and a possible
The building is "The Ultimate Barbershop"
are six unidentified bodies in the building
They are all presumed
I repeat they are all presumed
However are no suspects
I repeat the are at large
We might need backup
Inform that we need backup, over
The skit definitely needs more sound to it
Plus a new for the script, thank you
Someone get Paul on the phone please