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, jakes willing to work with me
Watch your back 'fore they lace sizurp with a mickey
Bodies'll burn dub sacks of purple sticky

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

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

And man wanna be just like me
The sadness thing, he just be
Where the livest, Christopher Walken, King of New and
Resort to when the heaters on him, grieving on him

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

Ol' blue eyes said, "You 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
Watch the Gotti's, the'll off you

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

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

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

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