Luyện nghe bài hát The Ave.

These are the words that I wrote so I that ya don't man
I'll never joke the coke that you're smokin'
you're fuckin' up, fuckin' up the block
Got rocked and that's just where the shit stops

What's the of this? I must be dreaming
Everybody's [unverified] I see men dealing
For a rhyme or or a dime of coke
Sometimes I rhyme I'm crying broke

Many, many, many records broke laws, broke
A few months ago I had to during that time, me and my man
Was chilling on the with a quart in our hands
A beef out, at Soul Kitchen spot

It was crazy Baby Pop, someone got
I him drop then came the cops sayin'
"Nobody run, everybody stop", I to run
I was carryin' my gun

Darryl Mack mine, strapped with my nine
on the wall, that's what the cop said
"Everyone complied, except Bald Dread", he
"Blood cleat boi me nah hafa wit' dat
Yo, I'm a superstar for de world dem I'm Darryl Mack"

I around and said, "Word up cop!"
He said, "D.M.C., your ass down the block"
If it happened to him, it happen to you
that's what's happenin' on The Avenue
I, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, na, na, na, na, na, The Ave

Now on The Ave, what steal and they dealin' away
I got the the illin' will never ever pay
'Cause on the street, never in the fast lane
You go to jail or get a bullet in brain

laugh and smile at a stick-up
A young man in a rut, a big cup
pass his ass and say, "Tough luck"
To waste time for a dime is fucked up

A loud in the air, not rare
A brother fell to the ground, cares
You ask why, the cry, a man laugh
Nobody a damn, that's how they livin' on The Ave, uh

Away The Ave, they have what's called the backstreet's
Another world of girls that crawl the
Systems that are kickin', sinkin' many beats
(This and that on [unverified] street)

I remember the there was a jam in [unverified], the music
No till after dark that's when the shit starts happening
(Brother The Ave, this and that again)
move in the back and a quarter in the jar

Find the rules by the basketball court in the
And the [unverified] by the where the 40 dogs spark
The crowd crowds around like they found Ark
The young, hung, and swung on a

and slidin' and ride the ding a ling
I see a kid by the see, so he saw
(Near the bars, funky cars we adore)
I'm throwin' to the gate [unverified]

(And my man from got wicked for sure)
Do me a favor you roll with your crew
You gotta check out, out, The Avenue