Luyện nghe bài hát King of N. Y.

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

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

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 fuckin' us)
Rollin' me, could only get you fast cars and
Fuck mad bitches and, dine amongst the
But we mad chave in the life we live
comin' over just to feel 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 tryna keep cool but it's to tame still
Shit's still real man you never bought it
Must feel ill to see your get extorted
Specialize in and makin' hot tapes
This rap shit cut it then it's back to flippin' weight
Man, I'm great, pushin' 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 rightful claimed his crown

Who the fuck you 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
war with the Squad, walk through the threshold

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

Hey yo, it's all over, I a piece of the pie
Nigga hand it over or all your seeds die
And it don't take for me to kidnap 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 she sucked
She gon', set you up, I been to the
I don't why you surprised, bitches love the kid
I'm more realer the way you act
A born killer quick to wave the
And all you niggaz face the fact

I pop shit 'cuz you can't me
More rich 'cuz can't rob me
I clips at ya fam's lobby
Joe the Don and you been
But niggaz never wanna till they kin's gone
Now you get it on 'cuz ya dollars stack
Now how you plan to holla back a hollow back?
Joey Crack and I be the
Don't believe that's the streets till
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 fuck you know be fuckin' with
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, walk the threshold

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

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

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