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, ass, motherfucker out there
Listen to this and on it bitch
Knaw'mean? shit, what, what, yeah
Check, check, check, it out, yo

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

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

Scatterin', like rats and ants, with the on
Man hunt the suspect all night
Interrupted episodes, every show
the city and blocked every road

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

Wifey was stressed, she was right
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 had the projects lookin' like Compton
With marksmen, with thirties out the window
I'm in my room boom, playin' Nintendo, high off the indo
Who Rudy?

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

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

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

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

Cab drivers and vendors who protested
roughed up like Abner, gettin' broom molested
Sharp suit-breasted, double-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 sell a dime all night, but that was alright

The devil and nobody cried
They was real, like some Jews celebratin' the pharaoh got killed
Glasses of Henny were and we got twisted
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 fuck Dinkens and World?
Shaolin to Brownsville, did Sharpton and make the shit real?
Was it Khalel? You know he keep mad
Did the Bloods or the Crips smoke on the hill?

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

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