Luyện nghe bài hát Payback Is A Grandmother

Yo.. I don't know what was on y'all birds(?)
to go up to the - and start robbin old folks
Now see you done with the wrong old lady
You done went yo, check it..

There was a Hardy Boy mystery I tried to solve
that broke in my crib - it wasn't involvin him
Four in the mornin, my ringin
I'm thinkin, "Who da is this," on the other line screamin
Told em, "Keep(?) down," but they was breathin
It was my grandmother me that she had been robbed
I told her hold (hold) (tight), I'd be right over
Freezin but this situation made the night
this was the night (that what?) that she played poker
with some in a club at the boat gettin bub'
Said she seen these thugs on the for a while (uhh)
Not but every now and then they'd smile
Then BLAOW! had(?) Mag's
and everybody, "Put your shit in the bag"
Made people strip naked, quicker than a 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 spooked and buzzin, describe em
cause it happened too fast (what?) they looked like me
with they hangin off they ass
Got her some - and begin to think
How niggaz take her wig, her bracelet and her mink?
round the crib know the deal (uhh)
Whoever did it better have Shield for real
cause yo, the big payback..

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Later that day I to the 'shop, to see what was up
Them niggaz probably somethin plus I needed a cut
Walked in they was playin (jihh-gga..)
how Da Brat titties done got bigger
These niggaz next to me, was bout the heist
did it even got Jordan for his ice
Said it was done so precise the cops ain't know nut-nin
Had to use all my might not to ask no
Put down the magazine, to the pop machine
Noticin these cats, had the Bling
They wouldn't be talkin if did it; it could be they team
A ago neither one of these niggaz had a ring
This Hype(?) came in, sellin CD's; the BD's
was braggin bout robbery they had
By now, I'm thinkin bout my gun if I see gramps
I'ma play racist (and what?) and niggaz run
the big payback..

{*cuts n scratches*, Com

My imagination as I got in the chair
Thinkin - when went down, I was I was there
Fuckin with fam' - who you are, I care
Have guys pourin liquor witch'ya name in they swear
These chicks claim they was there, the niggaz who done it
Said it was Smoke and from the Wild 100's
Eight million stories got me runnin in place, it's gettin
(like who?) like dude, do drum'n'bass
was a air in the place, that made me suspicious
Normally, they'd be like bitches
My barber cut me a quickness (what?)
Asked him where he got the new
he said it was his sister's - I knew
What made it official, he me my change
The money had gramp's initials (c'mon)
As I, whooped his ass up, six niggaz up
Pulled up in a truck {*gunfire*}

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.. three-alarm fire ?? and a homicide
The building is "The Ultimate Barbershop"
There are six unidentified in the building
They are all dead
I repeat they are all dead
there are no suspects
I repeat the are at large
we might some backup..
Inform O'Malley we need backup, over..
The skit definitely needs ?? added to it
plus a new for the script, thank you..
Someone get Prince on the phone please..