Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

Look see
Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over gal
Found the body in the isles
Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty
Guess they'll play it again Sam

that was my jam, now she's on the lam
She made it out with 200 grand, a scam!
While these two compete on the star of the show
Golden legs makes off with the dough

I read the there with Joe the Butcher
He says one glance is all it took ya, she's a real
They say her old man's a
Transporting in any weather, and at rate we'll never get her

Fellas, think it's time to it a night
All this talk of this mystery gettin' me tight
I saw her in my eyesight, right

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

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

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

What do ya all this time she's got me in her scope
She spoke says the Devil got you by the throat
Your theories won't work without evidence
That's the reason why Eric B is not

Well, do ya say
Ya
Ya
Ya

Look see
I you got soul your trying to hide it
How did you a man out in Cypres
One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs the criminal minded
Says you guys did it style is he lyin'

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

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

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

times, claims the slaves said rhymes
But she fell in love with some fella Clive
Who? Clive from Sedgwick Ave
The Bronx, now she me the cash

I said who's Clive, don't play with me
She said Clive Campbell, he's Herc

Listen up sweetheart, now we gettin'
As she's talkin' she starts vanishing in air
But before she drops the bag on the floor and died
She said, If you really love me come back alive

Hip hop is so dead!