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, 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 your hizead, you'll be
Don't front on this nigga, I'ma from New York

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

And y'all crabs down south, you ain't got a
How it feel to slip in that papi power you
White Cadillac truck just beamed us
Mami look like she was Martinez

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

[Foreign

I'm the ace in the deck, casin' a Tec
That filled the taste of the lead, buck, buck
The bass and the treb', the space in the
Where chumps walk by and they face get

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

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

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