Luyện nghe bài hát The Grunge

Car 36, 36, we got a in progress
37 106th
We got a possible
All cars, all cars, we got a down

Aiyo, toxi' off the gray goose, vodka, shots of
Y'all bitches beef, son, you got it
off the bliz-knock, Bob Diznoc
Plex on the K.B. son, you get not
Right in hizead, you'll be dized
Don't front on nigga, I'ma from New York Ci-zey

Y'all pec', make my nuts weak
me walk 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 papi chino power you
White truck just high beamed us
look like she was Angie Martinez

I know Espanol, I 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

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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 in the back
Where chumps walk by and they get slapped

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 crazy
Y'all floss like y'all and Puffy's
You get robbed, bucked by a crazy Cuffie

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