Luyện nghe bài hát King of N. Y.

An' bamba boy feel dem bobbin' try an' test now
Is that? Cut off dem blood-clot 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 leader

The What?
Yeah, on my money, 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 Bed-Stuy
I've been, controllin' the street, the heat
Shit I want what's stolen from me
(Nah you fuckin' wit' us)
Rollin' with me, could only get you cars and
Fuck mad bitches and, dine amongst the
But we mad chave in the life we live
MTV's comin' just to feel my "Crib"
Man, fuck them other kids, 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 but it's hard to tame still
Shit's still real man you shoulda bought it
Must feel ill to see your get extorted
Specialize in audits and makin' hot
rap shit don't cut it then it's back to flippin' weight
Man, I'm feelin' great, mad units
Hustlin' is the key to success but you do it
I layin' it down, the spray and the town
It's about time the rightful owner claimed his

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

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

Hey yo, all over, I want a piece of the pie
Nigga hand it over or all seeds gon' die
And it take much 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' and who's dick she sucked
She gon', set you up, I been to the
I know why you surprised, bitches love the kid
I'm more realer the way you act
A born killer to wave the mack
And all you niggaz gotta face the

I pop shit 'cuz you can't me
rich 'cuz they can't rob me
I plant clips at ya fam's
Joe the Don and you warned
But niggaz never wanna listen till they kin's
Now you wanna get it on ya dollars stack
Now how you plan to holla back with a back?
Crack and I be the truth
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 be fuckin' with this?
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be 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 Pun's knowin' be givin a shit
Not any or clique can squab with this
Shit I'm O.G. nigga know how this is

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

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

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