Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Apple

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And Staten and Staten and and Staten
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And and Staten 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 they lace your sizurp with a mickey
burn like dub sacks of purple sticky

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

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

And little man wanna be just me
The sadness thing, he just be
Where the livest, Walken, King of New York and
Resort to talking when the on him, grieving on him

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

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

It's like the mafia
The fishermen, they more bodies then cops
But the shots don't stop, get it get it
where the broads and the ballers kick it

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

If you can sleep, you by the loud sound
Of chrome, sound foul but I call it home
So heat when on the roam
brief when on the phone
In these streets you all alone

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