Luyện nghe bài hát The Grunge

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

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

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

And y'all crabs down south, you got a clue
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 impostor
I was like, "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"
And slip back to my
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 with the taste of the lead, buck, buck
The and the treb', the space in the back
Where chumps walk by and face get slapped

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

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

Fuckin' the mics is my
the mics is my hobby