Luyện nghe bài hát December 24

It is time that 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
Alley-oopin' all the shit
Powered-up, out for the
Don't panic it get cold, we go at it, ho
How you want them smoked, family? Uh
Ten toes, know you on shit already
Big stone, and your fist balled
Standin' on the
Don't panic when the pig
Scramble, get the big fetti, and then get home
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
where the Crips stay
Silent when the pigs came browsin' in his
like two mallets, too callous for your bitch taste
'Member when had my grandmammy on a drip drink
How much of gin straight? Could have 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'? Like a hip
I told you, these niggas passin' the Citgo
We passin', niggas know we the gas inside the spliff roll
The get the ashes in the end, bro
We took your pass and your credentials, uh
Bad apple, daily clashin' my kinfolk
Bad acid did damage to my
Show you right, it some passages to get grown
They been called me from the get go
Uh