Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

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

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

I read the paper there with Joe the
He one glance is all it took ya, she's a real looker
say her old man's 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 gettin' me
Thought I saw her in my eyesight,

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

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

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

What do ya know all time she's got me in her scope
She spoke the Devil got you guys by the throat
Your theories 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 soul trying to hide it
How did you kill a man out in
One Eyed Charlie, he hangs with the criminal minded
you guys did it doggy style is he lyin'

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

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

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

Slave times, claims the slaves rhymes
But she in love with some fella named Clive
Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave
The Bronx, now she me the cash

I said who's Clive, play with me skirt
She Clive Campbell, he's Kool Herc

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

Hip hop is so dead!