Luyện nghe bài hát Payback is a Grandmother

Yo, I don't know what was on niggas birds
To go up to the boat, and robbing old folks
Now see you done with the wrong old lady
You went wild, yo, check it

There was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to again
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 line screaming
Told em, "Keep down," but they was hard
It was my grandmother telling me she had been robbed
I told her hold (hold) (tight), I'd be right over
Freezing but situation made the night colder
Knew this was the night (that what?) that she poker
With friends in a club at the boat getting bub'
Said she seen these on the boat for a while
Not gambling but every now and then smile
Then blow! They had
And everybody, "Put your shit in the bag"
Made people strip naked, quicker than a record (what?)
Had the took in a minute and some seconds
her how many of it was em? (How many of it was em?)
Said she couldn't
She was and buzzing, couldn't describe em
Cause it happened too fast (what?) said they like me
With they pants off they ass
Got her some water, and begin to
How niggas take her wig, her bracelet and her mink?
Somebody round the know the deal
Whoever did it better have Shield for real
Cause yo, it's the big

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

My imagination as I got in the chair
Thinking shit went down, I was I was there
Fucking with who you are, I don't care
your guys pouring liquor witch'ya name in they swear
These claim they was there, knew the niggas who done it
Said it was Smoke and them the Wild 100's
Eight million stories got me running in place, getting tricky
(like who?) like dude, do drum'n'bass
There was a air in the place, made me suspicious
Normally, they'd be talkin bitches
My barber cut me with a (what?)
him where he got the new bracelet
He said it was his sister's, I knew
made it official, he gave me my change
The money clip had gramp's (c'mon)
As I, his ass up, six niggas masked up
up in a Cadillac truck

Three-alarm fire and a possible
The is entitled "The Ultimate Barbershop"
are six unidentified bodies in the building
They are all presumed
I they are all presumed dead
there are no suspects
I repeat the are at large
We might some backup
Inform O'Malley that we need backup,
The skit definitely needs sound added to it
a new writer for the script, thank you
Someone get Prince Paul on the please