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

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

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

And little man be just like me
The sadness thing, he might be
Where the livest, Christopher Walken, of New York and
Resort to talking when the on him, grieving 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"
wars for every square, bloodsport, the semi's air
Now watch where you walk through, watch who you to
the young Gotti's, the'll off you

It's like the plot
The fishermen, they find bodies then cops
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 sick gritty types
Drooling with their tongues out, out, spraying clips
Who lay in the pits and pray for a of it

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

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