Luyện nghe bài hát The Liberation of Lonzo Williams

1986 a motherfucker tricks on the mix and I don't mean the fader
Face of zits but gettin grits with steel firesticks
Drama Empire somethin like Darth Vader
Now Lonzo was with nuttin but a mean mug
(But a forty-five, with forty-five slugs)
He was a thug, at the dance, cuttin a rug
(Treatin his sisters a hooker) Greetin his partners with a hug
shakedown, this brother would take a pound
of some to be cake grounds, and then go make rounds
Firearms protectin wads of greens
Paper of paid tax off of broken dreams
At puberty his liberty was within a key
were cookin but he's lookin for a way to be free
Here's a key (there's a key) but Lonzo, yours?
There's no key to the door, but money on the floor
(So stoop down) 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?) to visit but it's two years later
Cause Lonzo's rollin and it's 1988
He's got some fat he's got some mo' (and a brand new Benz)
got respect and he suspects that it won't end
A couch is still a couch (and a is still a chair)
But a house is now a Luther, Lonzo's there
brains, dying bodies, too and from these dead residence
Try in vain to kill they pain, exchangin, dead
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 survival was now based on stoppin
Who's the fittest, as I raise my fists up can't and not be ruthless
(So why be straight, and scratch the
And a cellular phone, somebody's on the throne
they don't let, black folks own)
THEY JUST US THIS 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 that Bounty is the quicker-picker-upper)
Well Lonzo says the County is the slipper, tripper,
Years of funk and who gets what bunk junk
makes you feel like you took a and flunked
(But don't get disturbed or the teacher's
on my last nerve, plus he grades with a curve)
Told Lonzo kick it, the is wicked, trick it, predict it
We got a way to lick it, him a book, said, "Here's the ticket"
(Now addicted) to learnin how we been afflicted
And what distributin shit did
I a quick bid to say, "Don't trip kid
You worked for the mob" (You had a government job)
knew I was right, no fight, now we're tight
(Plus he been out of jail a year ago last night)
Now he hangs with us poor brothers
And five-oh, more ever wants to fuck us
cause we know the road to riches is crooked and narrow
WE'LL GET MORE POWER A HUNDRED THOUSAND GUN BARRELS

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