Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

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

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

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

Fellas, think time to call it a night
All talk of this mystery 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 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 wrestling gators
An idiot can tell they're with the caper

So I the revolver on my waist up
Between the car and the gray truck
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 says the Devil got you guys by the throat
Your conspiracy theories won't work evidence
the reason why Eric B is not president

Well, do ya say
Ya
Ya
Ya

Look see
I know you got soul trying to hide it
How did you a man out in Cypres
One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs 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 and she cried
off the cap there and opened her mouth wide

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

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

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

I said who's Clive, don't with me skirt
She said Clive Campbell, 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 back

Hip hop is so dead!