Luyện nghe bài hát The Liberation of Lonzo Williams

1986 a motherfucker doin tricks on the mix and I mean the fader
Face of zits but gettin with black steel firesticks
Drama buildin Empire somethin like Darth
Now Lonzo was armed nuttin but a mean mug
(But tucked a forty-five, with slugs)
He was a thug, at the dance, cuttin a rug
(Treatin his like a hooker) Greetin his partners with a hug
Breakdown shakedown, this brother take a pound
of some soon to be cake grounds, and go make rounds
Firearms protectin of gorgeous greens
Paper stacks of paid tax off of broken
At puberty his liberty was found a key
Rocks were but he's lookin for a way to be free
a key (there's a key) but Lonzo, where's yours?
There's no key to the door, but money on the floor
(So down) Bend over (hurry pick it up fast)
But watch out, -- 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 but it's two years later
Cause Lonzo's rollin and it's 1988
He's got some fat he's got mo' greens (and a brand new Benz)
He's got respect and he suspects it won't end
A couch is still a (and a chair is still a chair)
But a house is now a Luther, Lonzo's there
Dying brains, dying bodies, too and from these residence
Try in vain to kill they pain, exchangin, dead
bourgeoise parlei francoise (I don't speak it but I know it)
It's all the same (the business game) but you go to jail for shit
We were tribal our survival was now based on rivals
Who's the fittest, as I raise my 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 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 finished
(Aww Lonzo's back in the County man)
Damn we'll go visit him on Sunday when we Dee aight?

(Madge says Bounty is the quicker-picker-upper)
Well says the County is the slipper, tripper, stucker
Years of funk and who gets what bunk junk
makes you feel like you took a test and
(But don't get disturbed or the teacher's
on my last nerve, plus he grades 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 how we been afflicted
And what that shit did
I a quick bid to say, "Don't trip 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 us poor revolutionary brothers
And five-oh, more than ever wants to us
Just cause we know the road to riches is crooked and
WE'LL GET MORE POWER FROM A HUNDRED THOUSAND GUN

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