Man’s devilish cunt, tell me nutting about friends, that’s dead Cuz I run up in yards, No vest, tryna ching man’s chest And leave him dead

Not having an ear for music it annoys me to hear the boobs squeal.

There are about 40 young men and women, largely second‐ and third-generation Puerto Rican New Yorkers who call themselves “Nuyoricans,” in the crowded storefront cafe at 505 East Sixth Street, on the Lower East Side.

...the permanent boning (excessive polishing) of boots by recruits