Luyện nghe bài hát Who Shot Rudy?

If you see a devil, him
Yeah, Screwball shit, yeah, yeah,
Keron yo, little for that snake ass
Slimy ass, ass, motherfucker out there
Listen to this and suck on it
Knaw'mean? Screwball shit, what, what,
Check, check, check, it out, yo

Ay-yo, who shot Rudy in daylight, for cash?
I woke up this morning and the newsflash
They it happened down at City Hall
He had his wife with'im, 5 shots from the crowd made him

It was and pandemonium, blood covered up the podium
Covered his face, and wouldn't me him
I had to see if it was
service was mad nervous, so was the boys in blue

Scatterin', like and ants, with the lights on
Man the suspect all night long
episodes, every channel show
Barricaded the city and every road

Jakes in gear, blacks smilin' it is
cryin' out in the street, "It ain't Rudy"
He ain't off, somebody blew his head off and skated out
Commissioner, live on channel 5, they announced his death

was stressed, she was right there
She stated, it was like a
One time, was the streets,
Had the whole force on the beat, in cars and on feet

The D's came through
Ghetto birds had the projects like Compton
marksmen, with dirty thirties out the window
I'm in my room boom, playin' Nintendo, high off the indo
Who Rudy?

From to your house
Rich house to house
QB to Shaolin, Brooklyn Island
BX to Makin', YO and New Ro
The news final, yo, who shot

From courthouse to your
house to poor house
QB to Shaolin, Long Island
BX to Makin', YO and New Ro
The news final, yo, who shot

They speculated it was mob
Every wise guy with mafia ties, for lies
Every and yeta, had the linguistics
Snatchin' they gats for and expert statistics

Were drawn out, gang unit was all out
Investigatin' his and everybody else
Whoever threats, made bets or wages
Cash donators from the stages

Cab drivers and vendors who protested
Were roughed up like Abner, gettin' molested
Sharp lawyer suit-breasted, reporters
Was mobbin' and other mourners

Pushin' away, blockin' the sights
Had the squad at Washington Heights
Kennedy Airport, stoppin' flights, was tight
'Cause they sell a dime all night, but that was alright

The devil and nobody cried
They was real, like some Jews celebratin' when the pharaoh got
Glasses of Henny were spilled and we got
Smokin' blunts on the corner, like we used to we lived it

he was gone for good [unverified], it got me thinkin'
Ay-yo, where the Dinkens and Harlem World?
Shaolin to Brownsville, did Sharpton and Farrakhan the shit real?
Was it Khalel? You know he keep mad
Did the Bloods or the smoke Rudy on the hill?

From courthouse to your
Rich house to house
QB to Shaolin, Brooklyn Long
BX to Makin', YO and New Ro
The final, yo, who shot Rudy?

From to your house
Rich house to house
QB to Shaolin, Brooklyn Long
BX to Makin', YO and New Ro
The news final, yo, who shot