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
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, from New York Ci-zey

Y'all butter pec', make my nuts
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 south, you ain't got a clue
How it feel to slip in that papi chino you
Cadillac truck just high beamed us
Mami look like she was Martinez

I Espanol, I play 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, casin' a Tec
filled with the taste of the lead, buck, buck
The bass and the treb', the space in the
Where chumps walk by and 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 don't a lot
Been the world but I love New York a lot

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

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