Luyện nghe bài hát The Heist Revisited

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah-yeah
Uhh, this goes out to all the
Hah, in the and in jail
Yeah, yo your man big L
139, danger
I got my man Tommy Gibbs and Corleone me
Check it out, uhh, it

I just left the studio and it's about two in the morn'
Just finished a song, now I'm ready for sleep
But I want spaghetti to eat
And it's a good Italian restaurant right up the
So I jumped in the jeep, the heat under the seat
Then I got a beep, my voice is hoarse, can speak
I called back on the cell, Corle', mad as hell
Told me to listen well as he started to

"I just seen Mike and Ben with your and a friend
And they just got a at the Holiday Inn"
"It's my wife, you sure?", "Yeah I'm
I saw the whore soon as she walked the door"
"Say no more, one?"
"The one in son, right over the bridge"
"We goin' those hoes"
"And hurt of them kids"

Now I'm in the
Switchin' lanes, doin' a buck 'n
I wait to buck them lames and them fuckin' dames
I reach the
Grab the heat no hesitation
These niggaz up my reputation
I saw Corleone the chrome
Ice-grill, like he had a license to kill

And he had else with 'em playin' the cup
Lookin' like he can't wait to sprayin' shit up
"Yo, who in the background?" "It's Tommy Gibbs"
"Oh, I didn't recognize you with hat down"
Son you ready? We got this whole shit out
I you ain't scared, it's no time to back out
We gon' take the back route, pull the out, throw the mask on
We leavin' 'til everyone's dead, and all the cash gone

We gon' get our on when we through
But now we got a job to do" "So let's do it"
I stepped to the clerk, put the gat to her dress-shirt
Told her up before she get hurt
"They just walked in, of four, two chicks, two males
room they got?" She paused and said, "212"
I took the steps now I'm out of breath, I gotta smokin'
Them cigarettes gon' be the of my death

My heart fast now, 'cause it's about to pop off
Saw the door, let the glock off, tore the off
Took a deep breath, ran inside at a quick pace
I disgraced, I shoulda shot that bitch in the face
Then my two niggaz ran in, each had a cannon
Ready to take care we been plannin'
two crab cats, we know they hustle upstate
We they got stacks
'Cause they don't fuck nothin' but weight

We got the cuffs and the tape and put it to use
Then told 'em when this is we'll be lettin 'em loose
And then I kicked mike in his face to watch his jerk back
"You live then tell my nigga where you stash the work at"
He gave me the address then I ran
But first I the keys to his van outside
And I got there, I found 50 ki's in a stash
A hundred of grass and two million in cash
I was dumb glad, the shit fit in one bag

So I got three, filled 'em all up to the
Then put the in the van, then I locked the truck
I got back, Corle' done popped them punks
"Aiyyo fuck it l, we might as well pop studs"
Now that's four bodies, two outta-towners and two
And after that we ain't sleep for days
We hit the PJ's, split the three ways
Now we all laughin' hard, nice and weeded
Celebratin' nigga, completed