Luyện nghe bài hát The Liberation of Lonzo Williams

1986 a motherfucker doin on the mix and I don't mean the fader
Face of zits but grits with black steel firesticks
buildin Empire somethin like Darth Vader
Now Lonzo was with nuttin but a mean mug
(But tucked a forty-five, forty-five slugs)
He was a jitterbug thug, at the dance, a rug
(Treatin his sisters a hooker) Greetin his partners with a hug
Breakdown shakedown, this brother take a pound
of some soon to be grounds, and then go make rounds
Firearms protectin of gorgeous greens
Paper stacks of paid tax off of dreams
At puberty his 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 money on the
(So stoop down) Bend over (hurry 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 visit but two years later
Cause Lonzo's rollin harder and 1988
He's got fat he's got some 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, bodies, too and from these dead residence
Try in vain to kill pain, exchangin, dead presidents
Many bourgeoise francoise (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 our survival was now based on stoppin rivals
Who's the fittest, as I raise my fists up survive and not be ruthless
(So why be straight, and the bones
And a cellular phone, somebody's sittin on the
Cause they 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, was I finished saying?
(Aww yeah back in the County man)
Damn we'll go visit him on Sunday when we Dee aight?

(Madge says that is the quicker-picker-upper)
Well Lonzo the County is the slipper, tripper, stucker
Years of unsettled funk and who gets bunk junk
makes you feel you took a test and flunked
(But get disturbed or perturbed; the teacher's
on my last nerve, plus he with a downhill curve)
Told kick it, the system is wicked, trick it, predict it
We got a way to it, gave him a book, said, "Here's the ticket"
(Now addicted) to learnin how we been afflicted
And what distributin that did
I made a quick bid to say, "Don't kid
You never worked for the mob" (You had a job)
Lonzo I was right, no fight, now we're tight
(Plus he been out of about a year ago last night)
Now he hangs with us revolutionary brothers
And five-oh, more than 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)