Luyện nghe bài hát King of N. Y.

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

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

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

Aiyyo, who can I, the true King 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 from me
(Nah you fuckin' wit' us)
Rollin' me, could only get you fast cars and
Fuck mad and, dine amongst the stars
But we mad chave in the life we live
comin' 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 but it's hard to tame still
Shit's real man you never shoulda bought it
Must feel ill to see your get extorted
Specialize in audits and hot tapes
This rap don't cut it then it's back to flippin' weight
Man, I'm feelin' great, pushin' mad
is the key to success 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 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 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
I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how this 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' 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 don't know why you surprised, love the kid
I'm more realer the way you act
A killer quick to wave the mack
And all you niggaz gotta 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 warned
But niggaz never wanna listen till they kin's
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
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 you make it through

Who the you know 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 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

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' with
As Big knowin' 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 you know be fuckin' 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