Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Apple

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

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

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

Your best send shots to wet ya
The badlands, hammers on the waistband, the
in this hood dwelling, selling five and dime
'Cuz 9 to 5 for two-time felons

And little man wanna be like me
The sadness thing, he might 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 Staten and Staten and
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And Staten and Staten and and Staten

Ol' eyes said, "You make it here, you make it anywhere"
wars for every square, bloodsport, the semi's air
Now watch where you walk through, 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 don't stop, trynna get it get it
where the broads and the ballers kick it

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

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

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