Luyện nghe bài hát Radio Grunge

(featuring 9)

[Intro: 9]
car 36, 36, we got a in progress
37 106th
we got a possible
all cars, all cars, we got a down

Aiyo, toxi' off the grey goose, vodka, shots of
bitches want beef, son, you got it
Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob
Plex on the K.B., son, you get
Right in your hiz-ead, you'll be
Don't front on this nigga, I'mma New York Ci-zey!
Ya'll pec', make my nuts weak
Have me walk around, talkin' with stutter speak
tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
Butter pec', make my weak
And ya'll down south, you ain't got a clue
How it feel to slip in that papi power u
White Cadillac truck just high us
Mami look she was Angie Martinez
I don't espanol, I imposter
I was "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"
And back to my casa
She was "Nigga! You sound like rasta!"
I'm the ace in the decks...

*girl speaking

I'm the ace in the deck, casin' a Tec
That filled the taste of the lead, buck buck
The bass and the treb', the space in the
Where chumps walk by, and face get slapped
I'm not known to a lot
Sit on whips, son, so I don't walk a lot
Got ten chicks, so I hawk a lot
around the world, but I love New York a lot
Especially up in Bedstuy, with crazy Cuffies
Or in Fort Green, with those crazy
Ya'll floss like ya'll and Puffy's
You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy
Bobby! the mics is my hobby
the mics is my hobby

[Outro:
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby,

{*car smashing and shattering*}