Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

here see
Pretty Mike shanked Al over some gal
the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty
Guess they'll play it again Sam

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, do ya say
Ya
Ya
Ya

Look 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 you a children's story'
We hit the got her a few 40's
We jumped in my ride we drove and she
Twisted off the cap and opened her mouth wide

Swallowed it, bottle's half empty
Drinks like a fish now she's past
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 give it to me straight
ya sponsor lady? She says Bill Gates
What are ya born '77 or
She says, Nah it way to an earlier date

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

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

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

Hip hop is so dead!