Luyện nghe bài hát Payback is a Grandmother

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

was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve again
Dude that broke in my crib, it involving him
Four in the morning, my ringing
I'm thinking, "Who the is this," on the other line screaming
Told em, "Keep down," but was breathing hard
It was my grandmother telling me that she had been
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?) she played poker
some friends in a club at the boat getting bub'
Said she seen thugs on the boat for a while
Not gambling but every now and then smile
Then blow! had Mag's
And told everybody, "Put shit in the bag"
Made people strip naked, quicker than a record (what?)
Had the place took in a minute and some
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 looked like me
With they hanging off they ass
Got her some water, and begin to
How niggas take her wig, her bracelet and her mink?
round the crib know the deal
Whoever did it better Blue Shield for real
Cause yo, the big payback

Later that day I went to the 'shop, to see was up
Them niggas knew something plus I needed a cut
Walked in they was playing
Discussing how Da Brat titties done got
These next to me, was talking 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 the magazine, went to the pop machine
these cats, had the Bling Bling
They wouldn't be talking if they did it, it could be they
A week ago one of these niggas had a ring
Hype 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 niggas run
It's the big

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

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