Luyện nghe bài hát December 24

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

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