Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

Look see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al some gal
Found the body in the isles
Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a broad
Guess they'll never play it Sam

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

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

Fellas, it's time to call it a night
All this talk of this mystery dame's gettin' me
Thought I saw her in my eyesight,

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

So I said you later'
'Fore I him and his two ugly thumb breakers
He met them in wrestling gators
An idiot can they're involved with the caper

So I the revolver on my waist up
Between the patrol car and the truck
Behind the street was a silhouette
White gloves and a real cigarette

What do ya know all time she's got me in her scope
She spoke says the Devil got you guys by the
Your conspiracy theories work without evidence
That's the reason why Eric B is not

Well, do ya say
Ya
Ya
Ya

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

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

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

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

times, claims the slaves said rhymes
But she fell in love some fella named Clive
Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave
The Bronx, now she shows me the

I said who's Clive, play with me skirt
She said Clive Campbell, he's Herc

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

Hip hop is so dead!