Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Apple

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And Staten and Staten and 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 jakes to work with me
Watch your back 'fore they lace your sizurp a mickey
Bodies'll burn like dub of purple sticky

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

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

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

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

It's like the mafia
The fishermen, they more bodies then cops
But the shots don't stop, get it get it
where the broads and the ballers kick it

Big city lights, chicks and ice
You living, you victim to them sick types
Drooling with their out, guns 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 it home
So keep heat when on the
Speak brief when on the
In these streets you all alone

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