Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

Look see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over gal
the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation, cord, a dirty broad
Guess they'll never it again Sam

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

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 rate we'll get her

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

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

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

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

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

Well, do ya say
Ya
Ya
Ya

Look see
I know you got soul your trying to it
How did you kill a man out in
One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the minded
Says you guys did it doggy is he lyin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hip hop is so dead!