Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

Look see
Pretty Mike Two-Face Al over some gal
Found the body dead in the
by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty broad
Guess they'll never play it Sam

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

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

Fellas, think it's to call 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, are you guys havin', the same?
Waiter, another for the gang
It's strange how I always felt outta
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 them in Louisiana wrestling
An idiot can tell they're involved the caper

So I pulled the revolver on my up
Between the patrol car and the truck
Behind the lamp was a silhouette
gloves and a real long cigarette

What do ya know all this time she's got me in her
She spoke says the Devil got you guys by the
Your conspiracy theories won't without evidence
That's the why Eric 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 Eyed Charlie, he hangs with the criminal minded
Says you guys did it doggy is he lyin'

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

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

I said it's gettin' late c'mon 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

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

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

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

Hip hop is so dead!