Luyện nghe bài hát A B-Boys Alpha

My mother said, "You sucked my pussy you came out
Don't ever talk back, I handed your life and snatch it back"
I'm just a key kid with a snotty nose
High drop out, space, I'm around me whiteout

And I dealin' with no minimum wage
I'd rather rhymes on a minimum page
ways, cats sin for nickels these days
Pulling the chrome out and you actin' like the chrome out

Hated the sound of cryin' the crooked letter
You hear it from the ground or when the sky thunders
Made you 'bout early Sunday morning
Relatives dressed in and they all mourning

Flows be bangin' in the paint, throwin'
My first was me against five boroughs
I lost my first but remembered every detail of my first kiss
That's that Bronx Tale bliss, the holiest of

Hip hop, it was '88, at the age of 10, phrases levitate
Drinkin' Lil' Hug waters
Dodgin' stray on the corner in that exact order
While you playin', death is happens
I found the passion in aerosol cans and hands

Backspins, microphones and rappin'
and up rockers, the show shockers
Who rip Lee patches off of
You the Real McCoy, you a wind up toy
And it's gonna ya and that's my B-Boy Alpha

outta the depths of hell, reflect the sect
And the Buddah wisdom
and added inscriptions of a mega spiritualism
Paint a picture from the spiritual and seriously spit a
rip through a phsyical ligament

Trigger livin' in these limits
Limited with no money, goin' through minutes
thinkin' of back in the days when blazin' a lazy written

Before we was duces, poppin' with gooses
And rockin' the bubble gooses, trouble lose kid, a lucci
Hoppin' off Huffy, Marvel comics and water uzis
All of us canoeing through sewers with juvenile

Caught up in nooses from borders troubleshooters
On corners where coppers'll hop Dunkin' Donuts
Poppin' gun and shoot us, for more of us aware of
Thinkin' Rudy Guili don't a fuck about a moule

Got me woozy, sippin' Kaluha's my noodles
up in the two triple losers
Sprayin' it live, B-Boy grafitti
Out of rap-palooza, looza, looza,