Luyện nghe bài hát Payback is a Grandmother

Yo, I don't what was on y'all niggas birds
To go up to the boat, and start old folks
Now see you done messed with the old lady
You done went wild, yo, it

There was a Hardy Boy I tried to solve again
Dude broke in my crib, it wasn't involving him
Four in the morning, my ringing
I'm thinking, "Who the is this," on the other line screaming
Told em, "Keep down," but they was hard
It was my telling me that she had been robbed
I told her (hold) tight (tight), I'd be right over
Freezing but this situation made the night
Knew was the night (that what?) that she played poker
With some friends in a club at the getting bub'
she seen these thugs on the boat for a while
Not but every now and then they'd smile
blow! They had Mag's
And everybody, "Put your shit in the bag"
Made people strip naked, than a Luke record (what?)
Had the place took in a minute and some
Asked her how of it was em? (How many of it was em?)
Said she couldn't
She was and buzzing, couldn't describe em
Cause it too fast (what?) said they looked like me
With they hanging off they ass
Got her some water, and begin to
How these niggas take her wig, her and her mink?
Somebody the crib know the deal
Whoever did it better Blue Shield for real
yo, it's the big payback

Later that day I to the 'shop, to see what was up
Them niggas knew something plus I needed a cut
Walked in they was Jigga
Discussing how Da Brat titties done got
These niggas next to me, was talking bout the
Whoever did it even got for his ice
Said that it was so precise the cops ain't know nothing
Had to use all my not to ask no questions
Put the magazine, went to the pop machine
Noticing these cats, had the Bling
They wouldn't be talking if they did it, it could be team
A week ago neither one of these niggas had a
Hype came in, selling CD's, said the BD's
Was bragging bout they had done
By now, I'm thinking bout my gun if I see gramps
play racist (and what?) and make niggas run
It's the big

My imagination as I got in the chair
Thinking when shit went down, I was I was
Fucking with fam' who you are, I don't
Have your pouring liquor witch'ya name in they swear
These chicks claim they was there, the niggas who done it
Said it was Smoke and from the Wild 100's
Eight million stories got me running in place, getting tricky
(like who?) like dude, do drum'n'bass
There was a air in the place, made me suspicious
Normally, they'd be talkin bitches
My barber cut me a quickness (what?)
him where he got the new bracelet
He said it was his sister's, I then
made it official, he gave me my change
The money clip had gramp's (c'mon)
As I, whooped his ass up, six masked up
up in a Cadillac truck

Three-alarm and a possible homicide
The is entitled "The Ultimate Barbershop"
are six unidentified bodies in the building
They are all dead
I repeat they are all dead
However are no suspects
I the subjects are at large
We might need backup
Inform O'Malley we need backup, over
The skit definitely needs more sound to it
Plus a new writer for the script, you
Someone get Prince Paul on the please