Luyện nghe bài hát December 24

It is surely time that the speech of the 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
Alley-oopin' all the shit
Powered-up, out for the
panic when it get cold, we go at it, ho
How you them ribs smoked, family? Uh
Ten toes, know you on your already
Big stone, granite and your fist
on the strip
Don't panic when the pig
Scramble, get the big fetti, and then get home
Tally up—tally up the wins
Don't think he he pro-violence
But it's gon' be your problem if he did,
I out the way, ayy
Palace where the Crips
when the pigs came browsin' in his shit
Bang like two mallets, too callous for your bitch
'Member when they had my on a drip drink
How much of that gin straight? Could have filled a 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
catch me when I slip, bro
What's poppin'? Like a hip
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 took your pass and credentials, uh
Bad apple, daily clashin' my kinfolk
Bad acid did to my mental
Show you right, it some passages to get grown
They called me savage from the get go
Uh