Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

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

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

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

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

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

So I 'S-see you later'
'Fore I him and his two ugly thumb breakers
He met them in Louisiana gators
An can tell they're involved with the caper

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

What do ya know all this time 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 Eric B is not

Well, do ya say
Ya
Ya
Ya

Look see
I you got soul your trying to hide it
How did you a man out in Cypres
One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs 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 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 a fish now she's past tipsy
The truth came out as we got to her house
and screwed, her mouth and sat me on the couch

I said it's gettin' late c'mon it to me straight
Who's ya sponsor lady? She says Bill
What are ya born '77 or
She says, Nah it goes way to an earlier

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

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

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

Hip hop is so dead!