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 dirty
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 compete on who's the of the show
Golden legs there makes off with the

I read the there with Joe the Butcher
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 rate we'll never get her

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

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

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

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

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

Well, do ya say
Ya
Ya
Ya

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

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

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

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

Slave times, claims the slaves said
But she in love 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 Herc

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

Hip hop is so dead!