Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

Look see
Pretty Mike shanked Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the
Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a broad
they'll never play it again Sam

Damn was my jam, now she's on the lam
She it out with 200 grand, what a scam!
While these two compete on who's the of the show
Golden legs there makes off with the

I read the paper there with Joe the
He says one glance is all it ya, she's a real looker
They say her old a bootlegger
Transporting in any weather, and at this we'll never get her

Fellas, think it's to call it a night
All this of this mystery dame's gettin' me tight
I saw her in my eyesight, right

Hate to the party, what are you guys havin', the same?
Waiter, round for the gang
It's strange how I felt outta place
Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in comes Freckle

So I 'S-see you later'
I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers
He met them in wrestling gators
An idiot can tell they're involved the caper

So I pulled the revolver on my up
the patrol car and the gray truck
Behind the street was a silhouette
White and a real long cigarette

What do ya know all this time she's got me in her
She spoke the Devil got you guys by the throat
conspiracy theories won't work without evidence
That's the reason why B is not president

Well, do ya say
Ya
Ya
Ya

here see
I know you got your trying to hide it
How did you a man out in Cypres
One Eyed Charlie, he only with the criminal minded
Says you guys did it style is he lyin'

She says, this way I'll tell you a children's story'
We hit the got her a few 40's
We jumped in my we drove and she cried
Twisted off the cap and opened her mouth wide

Swallowed it, whole half empty
Drinks like a fish now past tipsy
The truth came out as we got to her house
and screwed, her mouth and sat me on the couch

I said it's gettin' c'mon give it to me straight
Who's ya sponsor lady? She Bill Gates
are ya born '77 or '78?
She says, Nah it goes way to an earlier

Slave times, claims the slaves rhymes
But she fell in with some fella named Clive
Who? Clive from Sedgwick Ave
The Bronx, now she shows me the

I said who's Clive, don't play me skirt
She said Clive Campbell, he's Kool

Listen up sweetheart, now we somewhere
As she's talkin' she starts vanishing in air
But before she the money bag on the floor and died
She said, If you really love me I'll come alive

Hip hop is so dead!