Luyện nghe bài hát The Ave.

These are the words that I wrote so I hope ya don't man
I'll never joke about the coke that you're
you're fuckin' up, fuckin' up the block
Got rocked and that's just where the shit stops

What's the meaning of this? I must be
Everybody's [unverified] when I see men
For a rhyme or rope or a dime of
Sometimes I rhyme I'm crying broke

Many, many, many records broke laws, broke
A few ago I had to pause during that time, me and my man
Was chilling on the corner with a in our hands
A beef broke out, at Soul Kitchen

It was crazy Pop, someone got shot
I seen him drop then came the sayin'
"Nobody run, everybody stop", I to run
'Cause I was my gun

Darryl Mack packin mine, strapped my nine
Everyone on the wall, that's what the cop
"Everyone complied, Bald Dread", he said
"Blood cleat boi me nah hafa deal dat
Yo, I'm a superstar for de world dem I'm Darryl Mack"

I around and said, "Word up cop!"
He said, "D.M.C., take your ass the block"
If it happened to him, it could to you
'Cause what's happenin' on The Avenue
I, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, na, na, na, na, na, The Ave

Now on The Ave, what people steal and they dealin'
I got the feelin' the illin' will never pay
'Cause on the street, you're in the fast lane
You go to jail or get a bullet in brain

People laugh and at a stick-up
A man in a rut, shakin' a big cup
People his ass and say, "Tough luck"
To waste for a dime is cold fucked up

A shot in the air, not rare
A brother to the ground, nobody cares
You ask why, the baby cry, a man
give a damn, that's how they livin' on The Ave, uh

Away from The Ave, they have called the backstreet's
Another world of girls that the backseats
that are kickin', sinkin' many black beats
(This and that goin' on street)

I the time there was a jam in [unverified], the music
No [unverified] till after dark that's when the shit happening
(Brother from The Ave, this and again)
Body in the back and a quarter in the jar

Find the rules by the court in the park
And the by the bench where the 40 dogs spark
The crowd crowds around like they found Ark
The young, hung, and on a swing

Glidin' and and ride the ding a ling
I see a kid by the see, so he saw
(Near the monkey bars, funky we adore)
I'm throwin' fate to the gate

(And my man from got wicked for sure)
Do me a favor when you with your crew
You check out, check out, The Avenue