Luyện nghe bài hát King of N. Y.

An' bamba clad boy feel dem try an' test now
Is Cut off dem blood-clot nigga don't give a fuck
Watta like? Don't know how to kill?

Saya,
is it Khalid, what is it?
The original King of New York has
The of New York, the Don Cartagena
Joe Crack, Terror leader

The What?
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my
Nigga on my money, money on my mind

Aiyyo, who can I, the true King of N.Y.
Well, ever Big Boy died from Bed-Stuy
been, controllin' the street, holdin' the heat
Shit I only want what's from me
(Nah you fuckin' wit' us)
with me, could only get you fast cars and
Fuck mad bitches and, amongst the stars
But we gettin' mad chave in the we live
MTV's over just to feel my "Crib"
Man, fuck other kids, that's how I feel
I I said it all in, "He's Not Real"

But you me to kill, must want ya brain spilled
I tryna keep cool but it's hard to still
Shit's real man you never shoulda bought it
Must feel ill to see your get extorted
Specialize in audits and hot tapes
This rap shit don't cut it then back to flippin' weight
Man, I'm great, pushin' mad units
Hustlin' is the key to but could you do it
I been it down, the spray and the town
It's about time the rightful owner claimed his

Who the fuck you know be with this?
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin' a
Not a damn soul, I let you know the get go
Wanna war with the Squad, walk the threshold

Who the you know be fuckin' with this?
As Big knowin' you'll be givin' a shit
Not any or clique can squab with this
Shit I'm O.G. y'all know how this is

Hey yo, it's all over, I a piece of the pie
Nigga hand it over or all your gon' die
And it don't take much for me to a DJ
Or clap at ya truck while you through the freeway
is mad ea-say to wet you up
Betta, yo' bitch and who's dick she sucked
She gon', set you up, I to the crib
I know why you surprised, bitches love the kid
I'm more than the way you act
A killer quick to wave the mack
And all you niggaz gotta the fact

I pop 'cuz you can't stop me
rich 'cuz they can't rob me
I plant clips at ya fam's
Joe the Don and you warned
But never wanna listen till they kin's gone
Now you wanna get it on 'cuz ya stack
Now how you plan to back with a hollow back?
Joey and I be the truth
Don't that's the streets till proof
Ask the deez how my blew
Betchu sayin', "Damn, we did to duke?"
Better them young'ns and hope you make it through

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin' a
Not a soul, I let you know from the get go
Wanna war the Squad, walk through the threshold

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin a
Not any squad or clique can with this
I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how this is

Who the fuck you know be with this?
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be a shit
Not a damn soul, I let you from the get go
Wanna war with the Squad, through the threshold

Who the fuck you know be with this?
As Big Pun's knowin' be givin' a shit
Not any squad or clique can squab with
Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'all how this is

The Don is the King of New
The Don is the King of New