Luyện nghe bài hát A B-Boys Alpha

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

And I ain't with no minimum wage
I'd rather construct rhymes on a minimum
Cynical ways, sin for nickels these days
the chrome out and you actin' like pullin' the chrome out

Hated the sound of grandma's the crooked letter
You could hear it from the ground or the sky thunders
Made you wonder 'bout 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 witch but remembered every of my first kiss
That's Bronx Tale bliss, the holiest of holies

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

Backspins, microphones and rappin'
Linoleum and up rockers, the show
Who rip Lee off of imposters
You ain't the McCoy, you a wind up toy
And it's gonna cost ya and that's my B-Boy

Straight the depths of hell, reflect the sect
And inhale the Buddah
Envision and added inscriptions of a spiritualism
Paint a picture from the spiritual and seriously spit a
That'll rip a phsyical ligament

Trigger livin' in these city
Limited with no money, through crazy minutes
Crazy thinkin' of in the days when blazin' a lazy written

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

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

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