Luyện nghe bài hát King of N. Y.

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

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

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

Aiyyo, who can test I, the 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 stolen me
(Nah you ain't wit' us)
Rollin' with me, could get you fast cars and
mad bitches and, dine amongst the stars
But we gettin' mad in the life we live
MTV's comin' over to feel my "Crib"
Man, fuck them other kids, how I feel
I I said it all in, "He's Not Real"

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

Who the you know be fuckin' 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 the Squad, walk through the threshold

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

Hey yo, it's all over, I a piece of the pie
hand it over or all your seeds gon' die
And it don't take for me to kidnap a DJ
Or at ya truck while you ridin' through the freeway
Shit is mad to wet you up
Betta, yo' bitch and who's dick she sucked
She gon', set you up, I been to the
I don't why you surprised, bitches love the kid
I'm more than the way you act
A born killer quick to the mack
And all you gotta face the fact

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

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

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

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

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