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'
Understand you're fuckin' up, up the block
Got shot rocked and that's just where the stops

the meaning of this? I must be dreaming
Everybody's when I see men dealing
For a or rope or a dime of coke
Sometimes I rhyme I'm crying broke

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

It was crazy Pop, someone got shot
I seen him then came the cops sayin'
"Nobody run, stop", I wanted to run
'Cause I was my gun

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

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

Now on The Ave, what people steal and dealin' away
I got the feelin' the illin' never ever pay
'Cause on the street, you're never in the fast
You go to or get a bullet in your brain

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

A shot in the air, not rare
A brother fell to the ground, nobody
You ask why, the baby cry, a man
Nobody give a damn, that's how they on The Ave, uh

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

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

the rules by the basketball court in the park
And the [unverified] by the bench where the 40 spark
The crowd crowds around like they Noah's Ark
The young, hung, and on a swing

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

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