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, cord, a dirty broad
they'll never play it again Sam

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

I read the there with Joe the Butcher
He says one glance is all it took ya, she's a looker
They say her old a bootlegger
Transporting in any weather, and at this rate we'll get her

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

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

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

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

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

Well, do ya say
Ya
Ya
Ya

here see
I know you got soul trying to hide it
How did you a man out in Cypres
One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the criminal
you guys did it doggy style is he lyin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hip hop is so dead!