Luyện nghe bài hát The Liberation of Lonzo Williams

1986 a motherfucker doin tricks on the mix and I don't the fader
Face of zits but gettin grits black steel firesticks
Drama buildin Empire somethin like Darth
Now Lonzo was armed with but a mean mug
(But a forty-five, with forty-five slugs)
He was a jitterbug thug, at the dance, a rug
(Treatin his sisters like a hooker) Greetin his with a hug
shakedown, this brother would take a pound
of soon to be cake grounds, and then go make rounds
protectin wads of gorgeous greens
Paper of paid tax off of broken dreams
At puberty his liberty was found a key
Rocks were cookin but he's 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 there's on the floor
(So stoop down) Bend (hurry pick it up fast)
But watch out, Lonzo -- YOU'LL GET 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
Cause rollin harder and it's 1988
He's got some fat he's got some mo' (and a brand new Benz)
He's got respect and he that it won't end
A couch is still a (and a chair is still a chair)
But a house is now a crackhouse Luther, there
Dying brains, bodies, too and from these dead residence
Try in vain to they pain, exchangin, dead presidents
Many bourgeoise parlei francoise (I don't it but I know it)
It's all the same (the game) but you go to jail for this shit
We tribal our survival was now based on stoppin rivals
Who's the fittest, as I raise my fists up can't survive and not be
(So why be straight, and scratch the
And a phone, somebody's sittin on the throne
Cause they 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, what was I saying?
(Aww Lonzo's back in the County man)
Damn we'll go visit him on Sunday we visit Dee aight?

(Madge says that is the quicker-picker-upper)
Well Lonzo says the County is the slipper, tripper,
Years of unsettled funk and who gets bunk junk
makes you feel like you a test and flunked
(But don't get disturbed or the teacher's
on my last nerve, plus he with a downhill curve)
Told Lonzo kick it, the system is wicked, trick it, 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 distributin that shit did
I made a quick bid to say, "Don't kid
You never for the mob" (You had a government job)
Lonzo knew I was right, no fight, now tight
(Plus he been out of about a year ago last night)
Now he hangs with us poor brothers
And five-oh, more than ever wants to us
Just cause we 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)