Luyện nghe bài hát December 24

It is surely time that the 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
Alley-oopin' all the home
Powered-up, out for the
panic 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 fist balled
Standin' on the
Don't when the pig come
Scramble, get the big fetti, and then get home
Tally up the wins though
think he said he pro-violence
But it's gon' be your if he did, though
I out the way, ayy
Palace where the stay
Silent when the came browsin' in his shit
Bang like two mallets, too for your bitch taste
'Member when they had my on a drip drink
How much of that gin straight? Could 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 and then your limbs break
Just catch me I slip, bro
What's poppin'? a hip bone
I told you, these niggas passin' like the
We passin', niggas know we keep the gas inside the roll
The get the ashes in the end, bro
We been your pass and your credentials, uh
Bad apple, daily with my kinfolk
Bad did damage to my mental
Show you right, it took some passages to get
They been called me from the get go
Uh