Luyện nghe bài hát The Liberation of Lonzo Williams

1986 a motherfucker tricks on the mix and I don't mean the fader
of zits but gettin grits with black steel firesticks
Drama buildin Empire like Darth Vader
Now Lonzo was armed with nuttin but a 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
Breakdown shakedown, brother would take a pound
of some soon to be cake grounds, and then go make
Firearms protectin wads of greens
Paper stacks of paid tax off of broken
At his liberty was found within a key
Rocks cookin 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 there's on the floor
(So stoop down) over (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 (who is it?) time to visit but it's two years later
Lonzo's rollin harder and it's 1988
He's got some fat got some mo' greens (and a brand new Benz)
He's got and he suspects 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, dying bodies, too and from these residence
Try in vain to kill pain, exchangin, dead presidents
Many bourgeoise parlei (I don't speak it but I know it)
all the same (the business game) but you go to jail for this shit
We were tribal our survival was now based on stoppin
the fittest, as I raise my fists up can't survive and not be ruthless
(So why be straight, and scratch the
And a cellular phone, sittin on the throne
they don't let, black folks own)
THEY JUST GIVE US THIS SHIT ON LOAN, 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)
we'll go visit him on Sunday when we visit Dee aight?

(Madge says Bounty is the quicker-picker-upper)
Well Lonzo says the County is the slipper, tripper,
Years of unsettled funk and who gets what bunk
you feel like you took a test and flunked
(But don't get or perturbed; the teacher's
on my last nerve, he grades 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 been
And distributin that shit did
I made a bid to say, "Don't trip kid
You never worked for the mob" (You had a job)
knew I was right, no fight, now we're tight
(Plus he out of jail 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 know the road to riches is crooked and
WE'LL GET MORE FROM A HUNDRED THOUSAND GUN BARRELS

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