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 messed with the old lady
You done went wild, yo, it

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

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

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

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