Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Apple

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

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

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

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

And little man wanna be like 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 Staten and Staten and Staten and
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And and Staten and Staten and Staten

Ol' blue eyes said, "You make it here, you it anywhere"
Drug 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 the mafia plot
The fishermen, they find more bodies cops
But the shots stop, trynna get it get it
Inside where the broads and the kick it

Big lights, with chicks and ice
You living, you victim to sick 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 sound
Of chrome, sound foul but I call it home
So keep heat when on the
Speak brief 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