Luyện nghe bài hát December 24

It is time that the speech of the Black culture of America be recognized as a genuine dialect of English. It is in every sense of the word...
Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Allen with the picked 'fro, answer in the
all the shit home
Powered-up, out for the
Don't when it get cold, we go at it, ho
How you want ribs smoked, family? Uh
Ten toes, know you on shit already
Big stone, granite and your balled
on the strip
Don't panic the pig come
Scramble, get the big tall fetti, and then get
up—tally up the wins though
Don't he said he pro-violence
But it's gon' be your if he did, though
I out the way, ayy
where the Crips stay
Silent when the pigs came browsin' in his
Bang like two mallets, too callous for bitch taste
'Member when had my grandmammy on a drip drink
How much of that gin straight? Could have filled a fish
My doggy hit my cell, say he got me off the
Ask him, "That's how it is?" say
"You die and you live, huh?"
Your heart and then your limbs
Just me when I slip, bro
poppin'? Like a hip bone
I told you, these passin' like the Citgo
We passin', niggas we keep the gas inside the spliff roll
The wind get the in the end, bro
We been your pass and your credentials, uh
Bad apple, clashin' with my kinfolk
Bad did damage to my mental
you right, it took some passages to get grown
They called me savage from the get go
Uh