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 old folks
Now see you messed with the wrong old lady
You done wild, yo, check it

There was a Boy mystery I tried to solve again
Dude that in my crib, it wasn't involving him
Four in the morning, my phone
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 (hold) tight (tight), I'd be over
Freezing but this made the night colder
Knew this was the night (that what?) she played poker
With some friends in a club at the getting bub'
she seen these thugs on the boat for a while
Not gambling but now and then they'd smile
Then blow! They had
And everybody, "Put your shit in the bag"
Made people strip naked, than a Luke record (what?)
Had the place in a minute and some seconds
Asked her how of it was em? (How many of it was em?)
Said she couldn't
She was and buzzing, couldn't describe em
it happened too fast (what?) said they looked like me
With they pants off they ass
Got her some water, and begin to
How niggas take her wig, her bracelet and her mink?
Somebody the crib know the deal
did it better have Blue Shield for real
Cause yo, the big payback

that day I went to the 'shop, to see what was up
Them niggas probably knew plus I needed a cut
Walked in they was playing
Discussing how Da Brat titties got bigger
These next to me, was talking bout the heist
did it even got Jordan for his ice
Said that it was done so precise the cops ain't know
Had to use all my might not to ask no
Put down the magazine, went to the pop
Noticing these cats, had the Bling
They be talking if they did it, it could be they team
A week ago neither one of these niggas had a
This Hype came in, selling CD's, the BD's
Was bragging bout they had done
By now, I'm thinking bout my gun if I see gramps
I'ma play racist (and what?) and make 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 guys pouring liquor witch'ya name in they swear
These chicks claim they was there, the niggas who done it
it was Smoke and them from the Wild 100's
Eight million stories got me running in place, it's tricky
(like who?) dude, that do drum'n'bass
There was a air in the place, that made me
Normally, they'd be talkin like
My barber cut me with a (what?)
Asked him he got the new bracelet
He said it was his sister's, I knew
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 truck

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