Luyện nghe bài hát I Run New York

[chorus - 50
The have ears lil' nigga, I run New York,
Even I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York,
I said the walls ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk,
Let's get shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York

[verse 1 - 50
I up, stare at the ceilin',
I'm alive, what a feelin',
I put my vest on right I put on my drawers,
It's a habit I'm always for war,
See my life's some shit, you seen in a flick,
act like pornstars when they sit on a dick,
When I was hit and out the game I said "one flick",
Test my aim in the I'm like "one more clip",
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on shit,
Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna me,
but another disgruntled employee,
He been in the game ten years and he still rich,
Even his mama upset that he ain't shit,
And he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma all that,
One more out his mouth I'll push Style's shit back,
See the on my tre pound is three inches long,
And the on the fo' fo's extremly strong,
With a little tre douche is pop, pop,
his ass up the block til his bitch ass drop,
And the verses he be none of 'em hot,
Cos he got none of that shit he says he got,
And he ain't did none of that he said he did,
And I ain't got time to be 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot)

- 50 Cent]
I it's easy to see lil' nigga, I run New York,
Yeah I in CC lil' nigga, but I run New York,
And I go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York,
And I gettin Cs lil' nigga, cos I run New York
(Yayo, 'em I run New York)

[verse 2 - Yayo]
My gun is longer yours, nigga, call your recouster,
da Locks made more money them thin tiny suits,
The game about da south, and rappin,
fuckin punchlines, my serp went platinum,
Style's and louch went double plastic,
Yayo, Buck and Banks was out classics,
A hundred shots, a hundred clips, ready to die,
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he to fly,
Automatic mossberg, who a piece of this punk,
I had Ja Rule buryed and some heel punk,
stuck in a bullet-proof, man fuck that,
Homie, shoot up my whip, you leave a scratch,
Yo, I cocaine, in your hotel lobby,
And beat you wit my pistol Kane did Charlie,
T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O.,
My whole got doe, my Os on the fly hole,
C4s, we fly on linz,
And my lookin like, Flex likes yo' benz,

- 50 Cent]
When I'm down in DC nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York,
When I'm out in Philly homie, I run New York,
When I'm in VA I tell niggaz what, I run New York,
I'm in NC niggaz at the moon, cos I run New York,
(Yayo 'em I run New York)

[50 Cent
Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk to me like that? Catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere, [laughing] D.Y. wanna talk to me, wanna
me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, tell him I said, tell the
nigga I said get out the mil for a second let me talk to him. Puffy da only nigga a muthafucka pops, tell him I buy the nigga Jadakiss pokes. Nigga
still ain't a coupe. Ah, nigga, you in da way. You owe money nigga, aw man, now why you me put yo' business in da street. Now niggaz know you ain't
shit, damn! I see yo' punk ass in da paper, cos you returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't none of that
shit you be wearin yours. [laughing] We kept this secret, nigga. These niggaz I'm supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this fight is fixed, you been set
up, [laughing] what he gonna say, "they set me up, man." I ain't even go through that