Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

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

Damn 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 makes off with the dough

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

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

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

So I 'S-see you later'
'Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb
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 and a real long cigarette

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

Well, do ya say
Ya
Ya
Ya

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

She says, this 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
off the cap there 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
and screwed, her mouth and sat me on the couch

I said it's gettin' late 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

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

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

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