Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

Look see
Pretty Mike Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the dead in the isles
Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty
Guess they'll never play it 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
Golden legs there makes off with the

I read the paper there Joe the Butcher
He says one glance is all it ya, she's a real looker
say her old man's a bootlegger
Transporting in any weather, and at this rate we'll get her

Fellas, think it's time to call it a
All this of this mystery 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 you later'
'Fore I him and his two ugly thumb breakers
He met them in wrestling gators
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 cigarette

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

Well, do ya say
Ya
Ya
Ya

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

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
off the cap there and opened her mouth wide

Swallowed it, whole half empty
Drinks a fish now she's past tipsy
The truth out as we got to her suave house
and screwed, her mouth 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
What are ya '77 or '78?
She says, Nah it goes way to an earlier

times, claims the slaves said rhymes
But she fell in love with some named Clive
Who? Clive from Sedgwick Ave
The Bronx, now she me the cash

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

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

Hip hop is so dead!