Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

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

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

I the paper there with Joe the Butcher
He says one 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, think it's time to call it a
All this talk of this dame's gettin' me tight
I saw her in my eyesight, right

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

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

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

What do ya know all this time got me in her scope
She spoke says the Devil got you by the throat
conspiracy theories won't work without evidence
That's the why Eric 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 hangs with the minded
you guys did it doggy style is he lyin'

She says, 'Walk this way I'll you a children's story'
We hit the bodega got her a few
We jumped in my we drove and she cried
off the cap there 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 late c'mon give it to me straight
Who's ya sponsor lady? She says Gates
are ya born '77 or '78?
She says, Nah it goes way to an earlier

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

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

up sweetheart, now we gettin' somewhere
As she's talkin' she 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!