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 don't give a
Watta feel 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 What?
Yeah, mind on my money, money on my
Nigga on my money, money on my mind

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

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

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

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin' a
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 much for me to a DJ
Or at ya truck while you ridin' through the freeway
is mad ea-say to wet you up
Betta, watch yo' bitch and who's dick she
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 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 lobby
Joe the Don and you been
But niggaz never wanna listen they kin's gone
Now you get it on 'cuz ya dollars stack
Now how you to holla back with a hollow back?
Joey and I be the truth
believe 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 with this?
As Big knowin' you'll be givin' a shit
Not a damn soul, I let you know the get go
Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the

Who the you know be fuckin' 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 y'all how this is

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

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