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 ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk,
Let's get this shit clear 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 after I put on my drawers,
a habit 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 said "one flick",
Test my aim in the I'm like "one more clip",
my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit,
Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna me,
Nuthin' but another employee,
He been in the game ten years and he still rich,
Even his mama upset that he ain't shit,
And he keep his yap, like I'ma take all that,
One more word out his mouth I'll Style's shit back,
See the nozzle on my tre pound is three long,
And the on the fo' fo's 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 he said he did,
And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout shit, (fuckin' faggot)

[chorus - 50
I guess easy to see lil' nigga, I run New York,
Yeah I live in CC 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 than yours, nigga, call recouster,
da Locks made more money them thin tiny suits,
The about da south, drugs and rappin,
Jada punchlines, my serp went platinum,
Style's and sheek louch went plastic,
Yayo, Buck and Banks was out classics,
A hundred shots, a clips, y'all ready to die,
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he to fly,
Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of 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 like 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 rocks like, Flex likes yo' benz,

[chorus - 50
When I'm down in DC nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York,
I'm out in Philly lil' 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 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 goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos 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 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' punk ass in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty nigga. none of that
shit you be wearin yours. [laughing] We coulda kept 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