Luyện nghe bài hát Payback is a Grandmother

Yo, I know what 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 went wild, yo, it

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

Later day I went 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
did it even got Jordan for his ice
Said that it was so precise the cops ain't know nothing
Had to use all my might not to ask no
Put down the magazine, to the pop machine
these cats, had the Bling Bling
They wouldn't be talking if they did it, it could be team
A week ago neither one of these niggas had a
Hype came in, selling CD's, said the BD's
Was bragging bout robbery had done
By now, I'm thinking bout my gun if I see gramps
I'ma racist (and what?) and make niggas run
the big payback

My imagination roamed as I got in the
Thinking when shit went down, I was I was
with fam' who you are, I don't care
Have your guys pouring witch'ya name in they swear
These chicks claim they was there, the niggas who done it
Said it was Smoke and them from the Wild
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, that made me
Normally, they'd be talkin bitches
My barber cut me with a (what?)
him where he got the new bracelet
He it was his sister's, I knew then
What it official, he gave me my change
The money had gramp's initials (c'mon)
As I, his ass up, six niggas masked up
Pulled up in a Cadillac

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