Luyện nghe bài hát The Grunge

Car 36, 36, we got a situation in
37 106th
We got a homicide
All cars, all cars, we got a situation

Aiyo, off the gray 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 your hizead, be dized
Don't front on this nigga, I'ma from New York

Y'all pec', make my nuts weak
Have me around, talkin' 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 that papi power you
White Cadillac just high beamed us
look like she was Angie Martinez

I Espanol, I play impostor
I was like, "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"
And slip to my casa
She was like, "Nigga! You like 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 bass and the treb', the in the back
Where chumps walk by and face get slapped

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

Especially up in Bedstuy, those crazy Cuffies
Or in Fort Green, those crazy Cuffies
Y'all 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