Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Apple

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And Staten and and Staten and Staten
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And Staten and and Staten and Staten

I'm from New City, birthplace of the gritty
Dog eat dog, only willing to work with me
Watch your back 'fore they lace sizurp with a mickey
burn like dub sacks of purple sticky

Kojaks developing Kodaks of your meeting
The young guns put on the made men
The fiends'll, cap you for your package
The mass act savage, sis' selling her ass and tits

Your best send shots to wet ya
The badlands, on the waistband, the regular
Trapped in this hood dwelling, five and dime
ain't 9 to 5 for two-time felons

And little man wanna be like me
The sadness thing, he might be
the livest, Christopher Walken, King of New York and
Resort to talking when the heaters on him, on him

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And Staten and and Staten and Staten
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And Staten and Staten and and Staten

Ol' blue eyes said, "You make it here, you it anywhere"
Drug for every square, bloodsport, the semi's air
Now where you walk through, watch who you talk to
Watch the Gotti's, the'll off you

It's like the plot
The fishermen, they find more bodies then
But the don't stop, trynna get it get it
Inside where the and the ballers kick it

Big city lights, with and ice
You living, you victim to them gritty types
Drooling with their tongues out, guns out, clips
Who lay in the pits and pray for a of it

If you can sleep, you awaken by the loud
Of barking chrome, sound but I call it home
So keep when on the roam
brief when on the phone
In mean streets you all alone

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And and Staten and Staten and Staten
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And Staten and Staten and and Staten