Luyện nghe bài hát Who Killed It?

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

Damn that was my jam, now on the lam
She it out with 200 grand, what a scam!
While these two compete on who's the star of the
Golden legs there off with the dough

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

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

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

So I 'S-see you later'
'Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb
He met them in Louisiana gators
An idiot can they're involved with the caper

So I the revolver on my waist up
the patrol car and the gray truck
Behind the street was a silhouette
White gloves and a real cigarette

What do ya know all time she's got me in her scope
She spoke says the Devil got you by the throat
Your conspiracy theories won't work without
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 kill a man out in
One Eyed Charlie, he only hangs with the minded
Says you guys did it doggy 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 and opened her mouth wide

Swallowed it, bottle's half empty
Drinks like a fish now she's tipsy
The truth out as we got to her suave house
Chopped and screwed, her and sat me on the couch

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

Slave times, the slaves said rhymes
But she fell in love with some named Clive
Who? Campbell 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 Kool

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

Hip hop is so dead!