Luyện nghe bài hát The Grunge

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

Aiyo, toxi' off the goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
Y'all want 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 front on this nigga, I'ma from New York

Y'all butter pec', make my nuts
Have me walk around, backward with 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 slip in papi chino power you
Cadillac truck just high beamed us
Mami like she was Angie Martinez

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

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I'm the ace in the deck, casin' a Tec
That filled with the taste of the lead, buck,
The and the treb', the space in the back
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
around the world but I love New York a lot

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

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