Luyện nghe bài hát December 24

It is surely time 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 'fro, answer in the outlet
Alley-oopin' all the shit
Powered-up, out for the
Don't when it get cold, we go at it, ho
How you want them smoked, family? Uh
Ten toes, know you on your shit
Big stone, granite and your balled
Standin' on the
Don't panic the pig come
Scramble, get the big tall fetti, and then get
Tally up the wins though
think he said he pro-violence
But gon' be your problem if he did, though
I out the way, ayy
Palace the Crips stay
Silent when the pigs browsin' in his shit
Bang two mallets, too callous for your bitch taste
'Member when had my grandmammy on a drip drink
How of that gin straight? Could have filled a fish tank
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
catch me when I slip, bro
What's poppin'? a hip bone
I told you, these niggas passin' like the
We passin', know we keep the gas inside the spliff roll
The get the ashes in the end, bro
We been took your 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 been called me from the get go
Uh