Luyện nghe bài hát The Bad Apple

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

I'm from New York City, of the gritty
Dog eat dog, only jakes to work with me
Watch your back 'fore lace your sizurp with a mickey
Bodies'll like dub sacks of purple sticky

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

Your friend'll send shots to wet ya
The badlands, hammers on the waistband, the
Trapped in this hood dwelling, selling five and
ain't 9 to 5 for two-time felons

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

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

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

It's the mafia plot
The fishermen, they find more then cops
But the don't stop, trynna get it get it
Inside the broads and the ballers kick it

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

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

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