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 have ears nigga, I hear when you talk,
get this 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 on right after I put on my drawers,
It's a habit I'm prepared for war,
See my life's like shit, you seen in a flick,
Bitches act like pornstars when sit on a dick,
I was hit and out the game I said "one more flick",
Test my aim in the range I'm "one more clip",
my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit,
Man I run Interscope, Jada's annoy me,
Nuthin' but another employee,
He in the game ten years and he still ain't rich,
Even his upset that he still ain't shit,
And he runnin his yap, like I'ma take all that,
One more out his mouth 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,
With a little tre douche is 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 of that shit he says he got,
And he did none of that shit he said he did,
And I ain't got time to be 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot)

[chorus - 50
I guess easy to see lil' nigga, I run New York,
I live 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)

2 - Tony Yayo]
My gun is than yours, nigga, call your recouster,
da Locks made more money than thin tiny suits,
The about da south, drugs and rappin,
Jada fuckin punchlines, my serp 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 a gangsta, he afraid to fly,
mossberg, who want a piece of this punk,
I had Ja Rule and some high heel punk,
stuck in a bullet-proof, man fuck that,
Homie, up my whip, you only leave a scratch,
Yo, I slip cocaine, in hotel lobby,
And beat you wit my pistol like 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,

[chorus - 50
I'm down in DC lil' 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 guess 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 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 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, tell him I said, 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' 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 jewels you borrowed, you give 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't none of that
shit you be wearin yours. [laughing] We coulda kept this secret, nigga. These I'm supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this fight is fixed, you been set
up, [laughing] that's he gonna say, "they set me up, man." I ain't even go through that