Luyện nghe bài hát The Liberation of Lonzo Williams

1986 a motherfucker doin tricks on the mix and I don't mean the
of zits but gettin grits with black steel firesticks
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 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 soon to be 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
Rocks were cookin but he's lookin for a way to be
Here's a key (there's a key) but Lonzo, where's
There's no key to the door, but there's on the floor
(So stoop down) Bend (hurry pick it up fast)
But watch out, Lonzo -- 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 years
Cause rollin harder and it's 1988
He's got fat he's got some mo' greens (and a brand new Benz)
got respect and he suspects that it won't end
A couch is a couch (and a chair is still a chair)
But a house is now a crackhouse Luther, Lonzo's
Dying brains, bodies, too and from these dead residence
Try in vain to kill pain, exchangin, dead presidents
bourgeoise parlei francoise (I don't speak it but I know it)
It's all the same (the game) but you go to jail for this shit
We were tribal our was now based on stoppin rivals
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 sittin on the
Cause they don't let, 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, what was I saying?
(Aww Lonzo's back in the County man)
Damn we'll go him on Sunday when we visit Dee aight?

(Madge that Bounty is the quicker-picker-upper)
Well Lonzo the County is the slipper, tripper, stucker
Years of unsettled funk and who gets what bunk
makes you feel you took a test and flunked
(But don't get or perturbed; the teacher's
on my last nerve, plus he grades with a curve)
Told kick it, the system 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 distributin that shit did
I made a bid to say, "Don't trip kid
You never for the mob" (You had a government job)
knew I was right, no fight, now we're tight
(Plus he out of jail about a year ago last night)
Now he with us poor revolutionary 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 FROM A THOUSAND GUN BARRELS

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