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 situation

Aiyo, off the gray goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
Y'all want beef, son, you got it
off the bliz-knock, Bob Diznoc
Plex on the K.B. son, you get not
Right in your hizead, you'll be
Don't front on this nigga, I'ma New York Ci-zey

Y'all butter pec', make my weak
Have me walk around, talkin' backward with stutter
tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
Butter pec', my nutter weak

And y'all crabs south, you ain't got a clue
How it feel to in that papi chino power you
White Cadillac truck just beamed us
Mami look like she was Martinez

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

[Foreign

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

I'm not to talk 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 crazy Cuffies
Or in Green, with those crazy Cuffies
floss like y'all Jay-Z and Puffy's
You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy

Fuckin' the mics is my
Fuckin' the mics is my