Luyện nghe bài hát King of N. Y.

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

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

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

Aiyyo, who can test I, the King of N.Y.
Well, since Big Boy died from Bed-Stuy
been, controllin' the street, holdin' the heat
Shit I want what's stolen from me
(Nah you fuckin' wit' us)
Rollin' with me, only get you fast cars and
mad bitches and, dine amongst the stars
But we gettin' mad chave in the we live
MTV's comin' just to feel my "Crib"
Man, them other 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 hard to tame
Shit's still real man you never bought it
Must feel ill to see your boss get
Specialize in audits and makin' hot
This rap shit don't cut it then it's back to flippin'
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
It's about time the owner claimed his crown

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
war with the Squad, walk through the threshold

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' this?
As Big Pun's you'll be givin' a shit
Not any squad or can squab with this
Shit I'm O.G. nigga 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 take much for me to kidnap a DJ
Or clap at ya truck while you through the freeway
is mad ea-say to wet you up
Betta, watch yo' bitch and who's she sucked
She gon', set you up, I been to the
I don't know why you surprised, love the kid
I'm more than the way you act
A born killer to wave the mack
And all you niggaz gotta the fact

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

Who the you know be fuckin' with this?
As Big Pun's you'll 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 know be fuckin' with
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be 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' this?
As Big Pun's you'll 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 know be with this?
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin' a
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