Luyện nghe bài hát Payback is a Grandmother

Yo, I don't what was on y'all niggas 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 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 hard
It was my grandmother telling me that she had been
I told her hold (hold) tight (tight), I'd be over
Freezing but this situation 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 every now and they'd smile
Then blow! had Mag's
And everybody, "Put your shit in the bag"
Made people naked, quicker than a Luke record (what?)
Had the place took in a minute and seconds
her how many of it was em? (How many of it was em?)
Said she remember
She was spooked and buzzing, couldn't em
Cause it happened too (what?) said they looked like me
With they pants off they ass
Got her some water, and to think
How niggas take her wig, her bracelet and her mink?
Somebody round the know the deal
did it better have Blue Shield for real
Cause yo, the big payback

Later that day I to the 'shop, to see what was up
Them niggas probably knew something plus I a cut
Walked in was playing Jigga
Discussing how Da Brat done got bigger
These niggas next to me, was bout the heist
Whoever did it even got 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
Noticing these cats, had the Bling
wouldn't be talking if they did it, it could be they team
A week ago one of these niggas had a ring
This Hype came in, CD's, said the BD's
Was bragging bout they had done
By now, I'm thinking bout my gun if I see bracelet
I'ma play (and what?) and make niggas run
the big payback

My roamed as I got in the chair
Thinking shit went down, I was I was there
Fucking fam' who you are, I don't care
Have your guys pouring liquor name in they swear
These chicks claim they was there, knew the niggas who it
it was Smoke and them from the Wild 100's
Eight million stories got me running in place, getting tricky
(like who?) like dude, that do
There was a air in the place, that me suspicious
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 then
made it official, he gave me my change
The money had gramp's initials (c'mon)
As I, whooped his ass up, six niggas up
Pulled up in a Cadillac

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