Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

Look see
Pretty Mike shanked Al over some gal
the body dead in the isles
Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a broad
Guess they'll never it again Sam

Damn was my jam, now she's on the lam
She it out with 200 grand, what a scam!
While 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 glance is all it took ya, she's a looker
say her old man's a bootlegger
Transporting in any weather, and at this rate never get her

Fellas, it's 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 spoil the party, what are you havin', the same?
Waiter, round for the gang
It's strange how I always outta place
Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in Freckle Face

So I said you later'
'Fore I him and his two ugly thumb breakers
He met in Louisiana wrestling gators
An idiot can tell they're involved with the

So I pulled the on my waist up
Between the car and the gray truck
Behind the street lamp was a
White gloves and a real cigarette

do ya know all this time she's 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 why Eric B is not president

Well, do ya say
Ya
Ya
Ya

Look see
I know you got your trying 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 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 drove and she
off the cap there and opened her mouth wide

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

I said gettin' late c'mon give it to me straight
Who's ya 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 some fella named Clive
Who? Clive from Sedgwick Ave
The Bronx, now she shows me the

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

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

Hip hop is so dead!