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 robbing old folks
Now see you done messed the wrong old lady
You done 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 fuck is this," on the line screaming
em, "Keep down," but they was breathing hard
It was my grandmother telling me that she had robbed
I told her hold (hold) tight (tight), I'd be right
Freezing but this situation made the colder
Knew was the night (that what?) that she played poker
With some friends in a club at the boat getting
she seen these thugs on the boat for a while
Not gambling but now and then they'd smile
blow! They had Mag's
And everybody, "Put your shit in the bag"
people strip 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 couldn't
She was spooked and buzzing, describe em
Cause it happened too fast (what?) said they looked me
With they hanging off they ass
Got her some water, and begin to
How these niggas her wig, her bracelet and her mink?
Somebody round the crib know the
Whoever did it have Blue Shield for real
Cause yo, it's the big

Later that day I to the 'shop, to see what was up
Them probably knew something plus I needed a cut
Walked in they was playing
Discussing how Da titties done got bigger
These niggas next to me, was talking bout the
did it even got Jordan for his ice
Said that it was done so precise the ain't know nothing
Had to use all my might not to ask no
Put down the magazine, went to the pop
Noticing cats, had the Bling Bling
They wouldn't be talking if they did it, it could be team
A week ago one of these niggas had a ring
This Hype in, selling CD's, said the BD's
Was bragging bout robbery had done
By now, I'm bout my gun if I see gramps bracelet
I'ma play (and what?) and make niggas run
It's the big

My imagination 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 who done it
Said it was Smoke and them the Wild 100's
Eight million stories got me running in place, getting tricky
(like who?) like dude, do drum'n'bass
There was a air in the place, made me suspicious
Normally, they'd be like bitches
My cut me with a quickness (what?)
Asked him where he got the new
He said it was his sister's, I then
made it official, he gave me my change
The clip had gramp's initials (c'mon)
As I, his ass up, six niggas masked up
up in a Cadillac truck

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