Luyện nghe bài hát The Liberation of Lonzo Williams

1986 a motherfucker doin tricks on the mix and I don't mean the
Face of zits but gettin with black steel firesticks
Drama buildin Empire somethin like Vader
Now was armed with nuttin but a mean mug
(But tucked a forty-five, forty-five slugs)
He was a thug, at the dance, cuttin a rug
(Treatin his sisters like a hooker) his partners with a hug
Breakdown shakedown, this brother would take a
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 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 money on the floor
(So stoop down) 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 visit but it's two years
Cause rollin harder and it's 1988
He's got some fat he's got mo' greens (and a brand new Benz)
He's got and he suspects that it won't end
A is still a couch (and a chair is still a chair)
But a is now a crackhouse Luther, Lonzo's there
Dying brains, bodies, too and from these dead residence
Try in vain to kill they pain, exchangin, presidents
Many bourgeoise parlei (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 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 scratch the
And a cellular phone, somebody's sittin on the
Cause they let, black folks own)
JUST GIVE 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 yeah Lonzo's back in the man)
Damn we'll go visit him on Sunday when we visit Dee

(Madge says Bounty is the quicker-picker-upper)
Well Lonzo the County is the slipper, tripper, stucker
Years of unsettled funk and who what bunk junk
makes you feel like you took a and flunked
(But don't get or perturbed; the teacher's
on my last nerve, plus he grades with a curve)
Lonzo 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 he's addicted) to learnin how we afflicted
And what distributin shit did
I a quick bid to say, "Don't trip kid
You worked 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 with 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)