Luyện nghe bài hát December 24

It is surely time that the speech of the Black culture of America be 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
panic when it get cold, we go at it, ho
How you want them smoked, family? Uh
Ten toes, know you on your already
Big stone, granite and your fist
Standin' on the
panic when the pig come
Scramble, get the big tall fetti, and get home
Tally up—tally up the wins
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 like two mallets, too callous for your bitch
when they had my grandmammy on a drip drink
How much of that gin straight? Could have filled a fish
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
Just catch me I slip, bro
What's Like a hip bone
I told you, these niggas passin' the Citgo
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 acid did to my mental
Show you right, it took some passages to get
They been called me savage the get go
Uh