Luyện nghe bài hát The Grunge

Car 36, 36, we got a situation in
37 106th
We got a possible
All cars, all cars, we got a down

Aiyo, off the gray goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
bitches want beef, son, you got it
Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob
on the K.B. son, you get shiz not
Right in your hizead, be dized
Don't on this nigga, I'ma from New York Ci-zey

butter pec', make my nuts weak
Have me walk around, talkin' backward with speak
tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
Butter pec', make my weak

And y'all crabs down south, you ain't got a
How it to slip in that papi chino power you
Cadillac truck just high beamed us
Mami like she was Angie Martinez

I know Espanol, I play
I was like, "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"
And back to my casa
She was like, "Nigga! You sound rasta"
I'm the ace in the

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I'm the ace in the deck, still a Tec
That filled with the of the lead, buck, buck
The bass and the treb', the space in the
Where chumps by and they face get slapped

I'm not known to a lot
Sit on five whips, son, so I walk a lot
Got ten chicks, so I hawk a lot
Been the world but I love New York a lot

Especially up in Bedstuy, with those crazy
Or in Fort Green, those crazy Cuffies
floss like y'all Jay-Z and Puffy's
You get robbed, bucked down by a Cuffie

Fuckin' the is my hobby
Fuckin' the is my hobby