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 the picked 'fro, answer in the outlet
all the shit home
Powered-up, out for the
panic when it get cold, we go at it, ho
How you want ribs smoked, family? Uh
Ten toes, you on your shit already
Big stone, and your fist balled
Standin' on the
Don't panic the pig come
Scramble, get the big tall fetti, and then get
Tally up the wins though
Don't think he said he
But it's gon' be your problem if he did,
I out the way, ayy
Palace where the Crips
Silent when the pigs came in his shit
Bang like two mallets, too for your bitch taste
'Member when they had my grandmammy on a drink
How much of that gin straight? Could have filled a 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 limbs break
catch me when I slip, bro
What's poppin'? Like a hip
I you, these niggas passin' like the Citgo
We passin', niggas know we the gas inside the spliff roll
The wind get the in the end, bro
We been took your and your credentials, uh
Bad apple, daily with my kinfolk
Bad acid did damage to my
Show you right, it some passages to get grown
They called me savage from the get go
Uh