Luyện nghe bài hát December 24

It is surely time that the speech of the Black of America be recognized as a genuine dialect of English. It is in every sense of the word...
Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Allen the picked 'fro, answer in the outlet
Alley-oopin' all the shit
Powered-up, out for the
Don't when it get cold, we go at it, ho
How you want ribs smoked, family? Uh
Ten toes, you on your shit already
Big stone, granite and fist balled
on the strip
Don't when the pig come
Scramble, get the big tall fetti, and then get
Tally up—tally up the though
Don't think he said he
But it's gon' be problem if he did, though
I out the way, ayy
Palace where the stay
Silent when the pigs browsin' in his shit
Bang like two mallets, too for your bitch taste
'Member when they had my grandmammy on a drink
How of that gin straight? Could have filled a fish tank
My hit my cell, say he got me off the strength
Ask him, "That's how it is?" say
"You die and you live, huh?"
Your heart and then your break
Just me when I slip, bro
What's poppin'? a hip bone
I you, these niggas passin' like the Citgo
We passin', niggas know we keep the gas inside the roll
The get the ashes in the end, bro
We been took your pass and credentials, uh
Bad apple, daily clashin' my kinfolk
Bad acid did damage to my
Show you right, it took some passages to get
They been me savage from the get go
Uh