Luyện nghe bài hát Payback is a Grandmother

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

There was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to again
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 telling me she had been robbed
I her hold (hold) tight (tight), I'd be right over
Freezing but this situation the night colder
Knew this was the night (that what?) that she played
With some friends in a club at the getting bub'
Said she seen thugs on the boat for a while
Not gambling but every now and they'd smile
blow! They had Mag's
And told everybody, "Put shit in the bag"
Made people strip naked, quicker a Luke record (what?)
Had the place in a minute and some seconds
her how many 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 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
Them niggas probably knew something I needed a cut
Walked in they was playing
Discussing how Da Brat done got bigger
These next to me, was talking bout the heist
Whoever did it got Jordan for his ice
Said that it was done so precise the cops 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 be talking if they did it, it could be they team
A ago neither one of these niggas had a ring
This Hype in, selling CD's, said the BD's
Was bragging robbery they had done
By now, I'm bout my gun if I see gramps bracelet
I'ma play racist (and what?) and niggas run
It's the big

My roamed as I got in the chair
when shit went down, I was I was there
Fucking with fam' who you are, I care
Have your guys pouring liquor witch'ya name in swear
These chicks claim they was there, knew the niggas who it
Said it was Smoke and from the Wild 100's
Eight million stories got me running in place, it's tricky
(like who?) like dude, that do
There was a air in the place, that me suspicious
Normally, be talkin like bitches
My barber cut me with a (what?)
Asked him where he got the new
He said it was his sister's, I then
What made it official, he me my change
The money clip had gramp's (c'mon)
As I, whooped his ass up, six masked up
Pulled up in a Cadillac

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