Luyện nghe bài hát King of N. Y.

An' clad boy feel dem bobbin' try an' test now
Is that? Cut off dem 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 York has
The King of New York, the Don
Joe Crack, Terror leader

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

Aiyyo, who can I, the true King of N.Y.
Well, ever since Big Boy died from
I've been, controllin' the street, holdin' the
Shit I only want what's from me
(Nah you ain't wit' us)
Rollin' me, could only get you fast cars and
mad bitches and, dine amongst the stars
But we gettin' mad chave in the life we
MTV's comin' over just to 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, must want ya spilled
I keep cool but it's hard to tame still
Shit's still real man you shoulda bought it
feel ill to see your boss get extorted
Specialize in audits and makin' hot
This rap shit don't cut it 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 it down, the spray and the town
It's about time the owner claimed his crown

Who the you know be fuckin' with 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 through the

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

Hey yo, it's all over, I want a of the pie
Nigga it over or all your seeds gon' die
And it take much for me to kidnap a DJ
Or clap at ya truck you ridin' through the freeway
is mad ea-say to wet you up
Betta, watch yo' bitch and 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 to wave the mack
And all you gotta face the fact

I pop shit you can't stop me
More 'cuz they can't rob me
I plant clips at ya fam's
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 plan to holla back a hollow back?
Crack and I be the truth
Don't believe that's the streets till
Ask the how my Eagle blew
sayin', "Damn, what we did to duke?"
Better gather them and hope you make it through

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

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 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' be givin' a shit
Not any squad or clique can squab with
I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how this is

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