Luyện nghe bài hát Deja Vu

New York to the but got love for all
Lie and die in the fire I learned to ball
is the place where I lay my dome
On the streets of the Bronx where my family

Hoe, damn it, we home, Peter got a nine
Playa haters can the flame from my heater
I never liked to play a fool like that
But I love to succeed and see foes fall

Splat like Vu
And I got another clip that'll daze crew
I sip Cristal, Don P, Mo' with
Just 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should mis

'em near da fifties and hundreds all arranged
Anything less that, you keep the change
Not filthy rich but bitch, I'm barely
with flows that keep you hooked like dope

Friends me Gunz, sons call me Trife
'Cause I'm to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife
And that's life, you learn how to treat her
I guarantee, Peter knows how to eat her and her

in the Bronx call me Lex
'Cause I a Lex and I rock a Rolex
And I on Lex' and I love sex
And I wave techs on sets that be to flex
Dex, nigga, God rest your soul
But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it time to fold, hoe

New York got crazy game
But outta town niggaz is all the
Brooklyn niggaz get crazy
That's because it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot

Harlem know how to play
Mack the 600, gettin' pay
Niggaz outta Queens got shit on
Strapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo'

But if it for the Bronx
This rap shit probably never would be on
So me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby
We down, baby, up for the crown, baby
We down, baby, up for the crown, baby

Yo, the RM 80 is in the lot
Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat
For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk
Thinking gravy, stop me? Maybe

I'm livin' life lawless, big investments
On them 8 class and hoes call us
I'm like Ricarro, two quarters of my life
roads, type, narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by

Puffin' high, got my mind's eye, sharper
Than an gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow
like the Pharaoh, bought a new five
With the snitches for these hoes, trunk of ammo

Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own
And I strap for my foes a saddle
I rock stones, other niggaz rock
Talk shit? Whatever have you, I'm Soundview

Bronx most wanted, front get
Playa, we deep in the one point five hundreds
Like Big I., red eyed, mad
You outside and get blooded, have your whole block flooded

With the Bronx, it's a warnin', guns out
From, 'Dusk Til Dawn' and on, no doubt
Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm about
And put a eye on yo' lip, nigga, yo' mouth
I'm the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house
'Cause you'se a nigga, 'bout a half an ounce now

New York niggaz got crazy
But outta town niggaz is all the
Brooklyn get crazy loot
because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot

Harlem know how to play
Mack the 600, gettin' pay
outta Queens got shit on lock
Strapped the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot

But if it for the Bronx
This rap shit probably never be going on
So tell me where you Uptown, baby, uptown, baby
We gets down, baby, up for the crown,
We gets down, baby, up for the crown,

Peter Gunz what? The Lord Tariq is like what?
Soundview what? One-seventy-fourth like what?
Money Boss what? The Gun Runners like what?
And KNS what? And Uptown like what?

Shaolin, play, on
Isle, play, play on and a
Mt. Vern, play on
And Yonkers, play on and a
Puttin' it down for N.Y., ya what I mean?
N.Y. and wide