Luyện nghe bài hát Who Shot Rudy?

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

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

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

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

Jakes in riot gear, blacks it is
Reporters out in the street, "It ain't Rudy"
He ain't dead off, blew his head off and skated out
Commissioner, live on 5, when they announced his death

Wifey was stressed, she was right
She stated, it was a nightmare
One time, was the streets,
Had the whole force on the beat, flyin' in and on feet

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

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

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

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

Were drawn out, unit was all worn out
his body and everybody else
Whoever gave threats, made or wages
Cash donators the campaign stages

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

Pushin' away, blockin' the sights
Had the riot at Washington Heights
Kennedy Airport, stoppin' flights, niggaz was
'Cause they couldn't a dime all night, but that was alright

The devil died and cried
They was real, like some Jews celebratin' the pharaoh got killed
Glasses of were spilled and we got twisted
Smokin' blunts on the corner, like we used to 'cause we it

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

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