Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Apple

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And Staten and Staten and Staten and
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And and Staten and Staten and Staten

I'm from New York City, birthplace of the
Dog eat dog, only willing to work with me
Watch your back 'fore they your sizurp with a mickey
Bodies'll burn like dub sacks of purple

Kojaks developing Kodaks of your meeting
The young guns put pressure on the men
The fiends'll, they'll cap you for package
The mass act savage, living selling her ass and tits

Your best friend'll shots to wet ya
The badlands, on the waistband, the regular
in this hood dwelling, selling five and dime
'Cuz 9 to 5 for two-time felons

And little man wanna be just me
The thing, he just might be
Where the livest, Walken, King of New York and
Resort to when the heaters on him, grieving on him

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And and Staten and Staten and Staten
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And Staten and and Staten and Staten

Ol' eyes said, "You make it here, you make it anywhere"
wars for every square, bloodsport, the semi's air
Now watch you walk through, watch who you talk to
Watch the young Gotti's, off you

like the mafia plot
The fishermen, they more bodies then cops
But the shots don't stop, get it get it
where the broads and the ballers kick it

Big lights, with chicks and ice
You living, you victim to them sick types
Drooling with their tongues out, guns out, clips
Who lay in the pits and for a taste of it

If you can sleep, you awaken by the sound
Of chrome, sound foul but I call it home
So keep heat when on the
Speak brief on the phone
In mean streets you all alone

Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And Staten and Staten and Staten and
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens,
And Staten and Staten and and Staten