Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

Look see
Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the
by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad
Guess never play it again Sam

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, do ya say
Ya
Ya
Ya

Look see
I you got soul your trying to hide it
How did you kill a man out in
One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the criminal
Says you guys did it doggy 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 there and her mouth wide

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

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

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

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

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

Hip hop is so dead!