Luyện nghe bài hát The Liberation of Lonzo Williams

1986 a motherfucker doin tricks on the mix and I don't mean the
Face of zits but gettin grits with black steel
Drama buildin Empire somethin like Darth
Now Lonzo was armed with nuttin but a mug
(But tucked a forty-five, with slugs)
He was a jitterbug thug, at the dance, a rug
(Treatin his sisters like a hooker) Greetin his with a hug
Breakdown shakedown, this brother take a pound
of some soon to be cake grounds, and then go rounds
protectin wads of gorgeous greens
Paper of paid tax off of broken dreams
At puberty his liberty was within a key
Rocks were cookin but he's lookin for a way to be
a key (there's a key) but Lonzo, where's yours?
There's no key to the door, but there's on the floor
(So down) Bend over (hurry pick it up fast)
But out, Lonzo -- YOU'LL GET FUCKED IN THE ASS

"A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!"
"Do, do, you dis kid?"
LONZO!
(repeat 4X)
LONZO!

Knock knock (who is it?) time to visit but it's two later
Lonzo's rollin harder and it's 1988
He's got fat he's got some mo' greens (and a brand new Benz)
He's got respect and he suspects it won't end
A couch is still a couch (and a chair is a chair)
But a house is now a crackhouse Luther, there
brains, dying bodies, too and from these dead residence
Try in vain to kill they pain, exchangin, presidents
Many bourgeoise parlei francoise (I speak it but I know it)
It's all the same (the business game) but you go to for this shit
We were tribal our was now based on stoppin rivals
Who's the fittest, as I my fists up can't survive and not be ruthless
(So why be straight, and the bones
And a cellular phone, somebody's on the throne
Cause don't let, black folks own)
THEY JUST GIVE US SHIT ON LOAN, KICK IT

"A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!"
"Do, do, you dis kid?"
LONZO!
(repeat 4X)
LONZO!

Ahahaha, was I finished saying?
(Aww yeah back in the County man)
Damn go visit him on Sunday when we visit Dee aight?

(Madge says that is the quicker-picker-upper)
Well Lonzo says the County is the slipper, tripper,
Years of unsettled and who gets what bunk junk
makes you feel like you took a test and
(But don't get disturbed or perturbed; the
on my nerve, plus he grades with a downhill curve)
Told Lonzo kick it, the system is wicked, it, predict it
We got a way to it, gave him a book, said, "Here's the ticket"
(Now he's addicted) to learnin how we afflicted
And what distributin shit did
I made a bid to say, "Don't trip kid
You never worked for the mob" (You had a job)
Lonzo knew I was right, no fight, now tight
(Plus he been out of jail about a year ago night)
Now he hangs us poor revolutionary brothers
And five-oh, more ever wants to fuck us
Just cause we the road to riches is crooked and narrow
WE'LL GET POWER FROM A HUNDRED THOUSAND GUN BARRELS

"A bad, a bad, a bad bad man!"
"Do, do, you dis kid?"
(repeat 4X)