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,
What is it Khalid, is it?
The original King of New has returned
The of New York, the Don Cartagena
Joe Crack, Squad leader

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

Aiyyo, who can I, the true King of N.Y.
Well, ever since Big Boy from Bed-Stuy
I've been, 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 and, dine amongst the stars
But we gettin' mad in the life we live
MTV's comin' just to feel my "Crib"
Man, fuck them kids, that's how I feel
I I said it all in, "He's Not Real"

But you beggin' me to kill, want ya brain spilled
I tryna keep cool but it's to tame still
Shit's still real man you shoulda bought it
feel ill to see your boss get extorted
Specialize in audits and hot tapes
rap shit don't cut it then it's back to flippin' weight
Man, I'm feelin' great, mad units
Hustlin' is the key to but could you do it
I layin' it down, the spray and the town
It's about time the rightful owner claimed his

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

Who the fuck you know be with this?
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 want a of the pie
Nigga hand it or all your seeds gon' die
And it don't take much for me to a DJ
Or clap at ya truck while you through the freeway
Shit is mad to wet you up
Betta, watch yo' 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 realer than the way you act
A born killer quick to wave the
And all you niggaz gotta face the

I pop shit 'cuz you can't me
More 'cuz they can't rob me
I plant clips at ya fam's
Joe the Don and you warned
But niggaz never listen till they kin's gone
Now you get it on 'cuz ya dollars stack
Now how you plan to holla back with a back?
Crack and I be the truth
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 fuckin' with
As Big Pun's knowin' be givin' a shit
Not a soul, I let you know from the get go
war with the Squad, walk through the threshold

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

Who the you know be fuckin' with this?
As Big knowin' you'll be givin a shit
Not a damn soul, I let you know the get go
war with the Squad, walk through the threshold

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

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