Luyện nghe bài hát I Run New York

[chorus - 50
The walls 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,
get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York

[verse 1 - 50
I wake up, at the ceilin',
I'm alive, what a feelin',
I put my on right after I put on my drawers,
a habit I'm always prepared for war,
See my like some shit, you seen in a flick,
Bitches act like pornstars they sit on a dick,
When I was hit and out the I said "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, tryna annoy me,
Nuthin' but another employee,
He been in the game ten and he still ain't rich,
his mama upset that he still ain't shit,
And he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma all that,
One more word out his mouth I'll push shit back,
See the nozzle on my tre pound is three long,
And the trigger on the fo' fo's strong,
a little tre douche is like pop, pop,
Chase his ass up the til his bitch ass drop,
And the he be kickin' none of 'em hot,
Cos he ain't got none of 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)

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

[verse 2 - Tony
My gun is longer than yours, nigga, your recouster,
da Locks made money than them thin tiny suits,
The game about da south, and rappin,
Jada fuckin punchlines, my went platinum,
Style's and louch went double plastic,
Yayo, and Banks was puttin out classics,
A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all to die,
Fat Joe a gangsta, he afraid to fly,
Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of punk,
I had Ja buryed and some high heel punk,
Feds in a bullet-proof, man fuck that,
Homie, shoot up my whip, you only a scratch,
Yo, I slip cocaine, in your 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 lookin like, Flex 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,
I'm in VA I tell 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 talking]
Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk to me like that? Catch my up and roll him somewhere, [laughing] D.Y. wanna talk to me, wanna tell
me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder [laughing] eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, him I said, tell the
nigga I said get out the mil for a second let me talk to him. Puffy da nigga a muthafucka pops, tell him I won't 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 make me put yo' in da street. Now niggaz know you ain't
shit, damn! I see yo' ass in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't none of that
you be wearin 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] that's what he gonna say, "they set me up, man." I even go through that