Luyện nghe bài hát December 24

It is surely time that the speech of the Black culture of 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, 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 ribs smoked, Uh
Ten toes, you on your shit already
Big stone, granite and your balled
on the strip
Don't when the pig come
Scramble, get the big fetti, and then get home
up—tally up the wins though
Don't think he he pro-violence
But it's be your problem if he did, though
I out the way, ayy
where the Crips stay
Silent the pigs came browsin' in his shit
Bang two mallets, too callous for your bitch taste
'Member when had my grandmammy on a drip drink
How much of that gin straight? Could have 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 heart and then limbs break
Just catch me I slip, bro
poppin'? Like a hip bone
I told you, these niggas passin' like the
We passin', niggas know we keep the gas the spliff roll
The wind get the in the end, bro
We took your pass and your credentials, uh
Bad apple, clashin' with my kinfolk
Bad acid did damage to my
Show you right, it took some to get grown
They been me savage from the get go
Uh