Luyện nghe bài hát The Grunge

Car 36, 36, we got a situation in
37 between
We got a homicide
All cars, all cars, we got a down

Aiyo, toxi' off the goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
bitches want beef, son, you got it
Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob
Plex on the K.B. son, you get 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 walk around, talkin' backward stutter speak
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
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 back to my casa
She was like, "Nigga! You sound rasta"
I'm the ace in the

[Foreign

I'm the ace in the deck, still a Tec
That with the taste of the lead, buck, 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 around the world but I love New a lot

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

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