Luyện nghe bài hát A B-Boys Alpha

My mother said, "You sucked my pussy you came out
Don't ever talk back, I handed your and I'll snatch it back"
I'm just a latch key kid with a snotty
High drop out, space, I'm around me whiteout

And I dealin' with no minimum wage
I'd rather rhymes on a minimum page
ways, cats sin for nickels these days
Pulling the chrome out and you like pullin' the chrome out

Hated the sound of grandma's the crooked letter
You could it from the ground or when the sky thunders
Made you wonder 'bout Sunday morning
Relatives dressed in black and they all

Flows be bangin' in the paint, throwin'
My fight was me against five boroughs
I my first witch but remembered every detail of my first kiss
That's that Bronx Tale bliss, the holiest of

Hip hop, it was '88, at the age of 10, phrases levitate
Drinkin' Hug quarter waters
Dodgin' stray slugs on the corner in exact order
While you playin', death is what
I found the passion in aerosol and hands clappin'

Backspins, microphones and cats
and up rockers, the show shockers
Who rip Lee patches off of
You the Real McCoy, you a wind up toy
And it's gonna cost ya and that's my Alpha

Straight outta the depths of hell, reflect the
And the Buddah wisdom
and added inscriptions of a mega spiritualism
Paint a picture from the spiritual and spit a lyric
That'll rip a phsyical ligament

Trigger livin' in these city
Limited with no money, through crazy minutes
thinkin' of back in the days when blazin' a lazy written

Before we was swallowin' duces, poppin' gooses
And rockin' the bubble gooses, trouble lose kid, a lucci
Hoppin' off Huffy, stealin' comics and water uzis
All of us canoeing through with juvenile manuevers

Caught up in nooses borders with troubleshooters
On corners where coppers'll hop outta Dunkin'
Poppin' they gun and shoot us, for more of us of
Thinkin' Rudy don't give a fuck about a moule

Got me woozy, sippin' Kaluha's my noodles
Screwed up in the two losers
Sprayin' it live, B-Boy Alpha
Out of rap-palooza, looza, looza,