Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

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

that 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
legs there makes off with the dough

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

Fellas, think it's to call it a night
All talk 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, round for the gang
It's strange how I always felt outta
Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in comes Face

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

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 cigarette

What do ya 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
the reason why Eric B is not president

Well, do ya say
Ya
Ya
Ya

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

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

Swallowed it, whole bottle's half
like 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 late c'mon give it to me straight
Who's ya sponsor lady? She Bill Gates
What are ya born '77 or
She says, Nah it goes way to an date

times, claims the slaves 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, don't play with me
She said Clive Campbell, Kool Herc

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