Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Apple

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

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

developing Kodaks of your meeting engagements
The guns 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

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

And man wanna be just like me
The thing, he just 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 Staten and and Staten
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And Staten and Staten and Staten and

Ol' blue said, "You make it here, you make it anywhere"
Drug for every square, bloodsport, the semi's air
Now watch where you 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 shots stop, trynna get it get it
Inside where the broads and the 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 and pray for a taste of it

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

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