Luyện nghe bài hát A B-Boys Alpha

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

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

Hated the sound of cryin' the crooked letter
You could hear it from the ground or the sky thunders
Made you wonder 'bout Sunday morning
Relatives dressed in black and all mourning

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

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

Backspins, and cats rappin'
and up rockers, the show shockers
Who rip Lee patches off of
You ain't the Real McCoy, you a up toy
And gonna cost ya and that's my B-Boy Alpha

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

Trigger livin' in city limits
Limited with no money, goin' crazy minutes
Crazy of back in the days when blazin' a lazy written

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

Caught up in nooses from borders troubleshooters
On where coppers'll hop outta Dunkin' Donuts
Poppin' they gun and us, for more of us aware of
Thinkin' Rudy Guili don't give a fuck a moule

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