Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Apple

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

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

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

Your friend'll 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 man wanna be just like me
The sadness thing, he might 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 and Staten and Staten
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 where you walk through, watch who you talk to
the young Gotti's, the'll off you

It's like the plot
The fishermen, they find more bodies then
But the shots don't stop, get it get it
Inside where the and the ballers kick it

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

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

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