Luyện nghe bài hát I Run New York

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

[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 I'm always prepared for war,
See my life's like shit, you seen in a flick,
act like pornstars when they sit on a dick,
When I was hit and out the game I "one more flick",
Test my aim in the range I'm "one more clip",
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on shit,
Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna me,
Nuthin' but another employee,
He been in the game ten years and he ain't rich,
Even his mama upset he still ain't shit,
And he runnin his yap, like I'ma take all that,
One more word out his I'll push Style's shit back,
See the nozzle on my tre is three inches long,
And the trigger on the fo' extremly strong,
a little tre douche is like pop, pop,
Chase his ass up the til his bitch ass drop,
And the verses he be none of 'em hot,
Cos he ain't got of that shit he says he got,
And he ain't did none of that he said he did,
And I got time to be talkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot)

[chorus - 50
I guess easy to see lil' nigga, I run New York,
Yeah I in CC lil' nigga, but I run New York,
And I don't go to parties nigga, but I run New York,
And I stay Cs lil' nigga, cos I run New York
(Yayo, 'em I run New York)

[verse 2 - Yayo]
My gun is longer than yours, nigga, call recouster,
da made more money than them thin tiny suits,
The game about da south, and rappin,
Jada fuckin punchlines, my went platinum,
and sheek louch went double plastic,
Yayo, and Banks was puttin out classics,
A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all to die,
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he to fly,
Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of punk,
I had Ja Rule and some high heel punk,
Feds in a bullet-proof, man fuck that,
Homie, shoot up my whip, you only 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 rocks like, Flex likes yo' benz,

[chorus - 50
When I'm down in DC lil' nigga, I 'em, I run New York,
When I'm out in Philly homie, I run New York,
When I'm in VA I niggaz guess 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, D.Y. wanna talk to me, wanna tell
me what's goin on. me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder [laughing] 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 won't buy the nigga Jadakiss pokes.
still ain't a coupe. Ah, nigga, you in da way. You owe money nigga, aw man, now why you make me put yo' business in da street. Now know you ain't
shit, damn! I see yo' punk ass in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't none of that
shit you be yours. [laughing] We coulda 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