Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Apple

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

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

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

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

And little man wanna be just me
The sadness thing, he might be
Where the livest, Walken, King 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 and Staten and Staten

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

like the mafia plot
The fishermen, they find more bodies then
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, clips
Who lay in the and pray for a taste of it

If you can sleep, you awaken by the loud
Of barking chrome, sound foul but I call it
So keep when 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 Staten and