Luyện nghe bài hát King of N. Y.

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

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

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

Aiyyo, who can test I, the true of N.Y.
Well, ever since Big Boy died from
I've been, controllin' the street, the heat
Shit I only want what's from me
(Nah you ain't fuckin' us)
Rollin' with me, only get you fast cars and
mad bitches and, dine amongst the stars
But we gettin' mad in the life we live
MTV's over just to feel my "Crib"
Man, fuck them kids, that's how I feel
I thought I it all in, "He's Not Real"

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

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be a shit
Not a soul, I let you know from the get go
Wanna war with the Squad, 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 y'all know how is

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

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

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

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

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with
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 through the

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

The Don is the of New York
The Don is the of New York