Luyện nghe bài hát The Ave.

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

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

Many, many, many broke laws, broke jaws
A few months ago I had to pause that time, me and my man
Was chilling on the corner a quart in our hands
A broke out, at Soul Kitchen spot

It was crazy Baby Pop, got shot
I seen him drop then the cops sayin'
"Nobody run, everybody stop", I to run
I was carryin' my gun

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

I turned and said, "Word up cop!"
He said, "D.M.C., take ass down the block"
If it happened to him, it happen to you
'Cause that'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 the illin' will never ever pay
'Cause on the street, never in the fast lane
You go to or get a bullet in your brain

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

A loud 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 what's the backstreet's
Another of girls that crawl the backseats
Systems that are kickin', sinkin' black beats
(This and goin' on [unverified] street)

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

Find the rules by the basketball in the park
And the [unverified] by the bench the 40 dogs spark
The crowd crowds around like they Noah's 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 bars, funky cars we adore)
I'm throwin' to the gate [unverified]

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