Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

Look see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al some gal
Found the dead in the isles
by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad
Guess they'll play it again Sam

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 style is he

She says, 'Walk this way I'll tell you a story'
We hit the bodega got her a few
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 now she's past 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 give it to me straight
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, claims the slaves rhymes
But she fell in love with some fella named
Who? Clive Campbell from Ave
The Bronx, now she me the cash

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

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

Hip hop is so dead!