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

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

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

And man wanna be just like me
The sadness thing, he just be
Where the livest, Christopher Walken, of New York and
Resort to talking the heaters on him, grieving 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 wars for square, bloodsport, the semi's air
Now watch you walk through, watch who you talk to
Watch the young Gotti's, off you

It's like the mafia
The fishermen, they find bodies then cops
But the don't stop, trynna get it get it
Inside where the broads and the ballers it

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

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

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