Luyện nghe bài hát Year of The Dragon

I comin' from Haiti growin' up in Brooklyn
On Flatbush got my first sneakers
Learn the game so I got my first device
Mom moved to so we could get a better life
But little did she a ghetto is a ghetto
Good times myself like Jimmie Walker sayin' "Cello"

Yellow bus gettin' beatings if I cuss
Lay away day in stripped Lees and Le Tigres
But the lyrical bomber tried to stop
Paranoid this boy around my neighborhood got shot
plait hair, straight metal braces on my teeth
Fat laces on my feet when first hits the streets

I use to push up on a girl Salt 'N' Push It Push It
D's in school the music was my focus
Jokes in but when I learned I didn't pass
I knew it was my ass my mothers leather lash
Belt buckle said Nelly Nel to Melle Mel
Hits the third rail Beat Street made sells

As the tale gets poetic the streets turn magnetic
Tawana rape is alleged
Hang out in hooky places watch corners turn to oasis
men aspire to be Scarfaces

In the of the dragon lots of men disappear
Quiet as it's kept they won't be next year

at night the light was bright on the [ave]
I to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev
He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got
His wife became a fiend fuckin' little
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible
He told me when he get out murdering by any means
The day I saw him on the train
He pulled his gun and aimed and started firing like the son of
I saw civilians for their life
Like the devil on judgement night running Christ
Ice and Amaretto please as I fell to my
shot by Ferguson the vigilante

In the year of the lots of men disappear
Quiet as kept they won't be back next year

Clef it kind of remind me of this chick I knew
Use to be a dime now strung out in Bellevue
See the serpent played tricks run like the Knicks
Build you up just to the championship
I seen her reminisce over Wu-Tang could It Be that
She lost her Prince cause there were Thieves In the
Tragic depression made her all her teeth
Lost and turned out her body to the streets
Sweet Mary don't you
Still run deep
So be of the company you keep

In the year of the lots of men disappear
Quiet as it's kept they be back next year