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 somethin like Darth
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 take a pound
of some soon to be cake grounds, and then go make
Firearms protectin wads of greens
Paper of paid tax off of broken dreams
At puberty his was found within 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 there's money on the
(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 knock (who is it?) time to visit but it's two later
Lonzo's 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 suspects that it end
A couch is still a couch (and a chair is 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 they pain, exchangin, presidents
Many bourgeoise parlei francoise (I speak it but I know it)
It's all the same (the business game) but you go to for this shit
We were tribal our survival was now based on rivals
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, somebody's on the throne
they don't let, black folks own)
THEY JUST GIVE US THIS ON LOAN, KICK 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 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 says the is the slipper, tripper, stucker
Years of funk and who gets what bunk junk
you feel like you took a test and flunked
(But don't get disturbed or the teacher's
on my last nerve, plus he grades a downhill curve)
Told Lonzo kick it, the 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 how we been afflicted
And distributin that shit did
I made a quick bid to say, "Don't 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 jail a year ago last night)
Now he hangs with us poor revolutionary
And five-oh, more than wants to fuck us
Just cause we know the road to riches is crooked and
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)