Luyện nghe bài hát I Run New York

[chorus - 50
The walls have ears nigga, I run New York,
Even when I ain't 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 wake up, at the ceilin',
I'm alive, what a feelin',
I put my vest on after I put on my drawers,
It's a I'm always prepared for war,
See my life's 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 like "one 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 ten years and he still ain't rich,
Even his upset that he still ain't shit,
And he keep runnin his yap, like take all that,
One more out his mouth I'll push Style's shit back,
See the nozzle on my tre pound is three 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 none of that he says he got,
And he ain't did none of that shit he he did,
And I ain't got time to be talkin 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 stay gettin Cs lil' nigga, cos I run New
(Yayo, 'em I run New York)

[verse 2 - Yayo]
My gun is longer than yours, nigga, call recouster,
da Locks made more money them thin tiny suits,
The game da south, drugs and rappin,
fuckin punchlines, my serp went platinum,
Style's and sheek went double plastic,
Yayo, and Banks was puttin out classics,
A hundred shots, a clips, y'all ready to die,
Fat Joe a gangsta, he afraid to fly,
Automatic mossberg, who a piece of this punk,
I had Ja Rule buryed and some high punk,
stuck in a bullet-proof, man fuck that,
Homie, shoot up my whip, you leave 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 clique 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 lil' nigga, I 'em, I run New York,
When I'm out in lil' homie, I run New York,
When I'm in VA I tell niggaz what, I run New York,
I'm in NC holla at the moon, cos I run New York,
(Yayo 'em I run New York)

[50 talking]
Now who the 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 tell
me what's on. Want 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, him I won't buy the nigga Jadakiss pokes. Nigga
still ain't a coupe. Ah, nigga, you in da way. You owe nigga, aw man, now why you make 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 ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't none of that
shit you be wearin yours. [laughing] We coulda kept this secret, nigga. These niggaz I'm supposed to beef wit. Aw man, fight is fixed, you been set
up, [laughing] that's what he say, "they set me up, man." I ain't even go through that