Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

Look see
Pretty Mike shanked Al over some gal
Found the body in the isles
Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a broad
Guess never play it again Sam

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

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

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

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

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

So I pulled the on my waist up
Between the car and the gray truck
Behind the street lamp was a
White and a real long cigarette

do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope
She says the Devil got you guys by the throat
Your theories won't work without evidence
the reason why Eric 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 Charlie, he only hangs with the criminal minded
Says you guys did it style is he lyin'

She says, 'Walk this way I'll 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 opened her mouth

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

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

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

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

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

Hip hop is so dead!