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 don't give a fuck
feel like? Don't 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, Squad leader

The What?
Yeah, mind on my money, on my mind
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, the street, holdin' the heat
Shit I only want stolen from me
(Nah you ain't wit' us)
Rollin' with me, could only get you fast and
Fuck mad bitches and, amongst the stars
But we gettin' mad chave in the life we
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, must want ya brain
I tryna keep cool but hard to tame still
Shit's still real man you shoulda bought it
Must feel ill to see your get extorted
Specialize in and makin' hot tapes
This rap don't cut it then it's back to flippin' weight
Man, I'm great, pushin' mad units
is the key to success but could you do it
I layin' it down, the spray and the town
It's time the rightful owner claimed his crown

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

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' this?
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

Hey yo, it's all over, I want a of the pie
Nigga hand it or all your seeds gon' die
And it don't 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 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 niggaz gotta face the

I pop shit you can't stop me
More rich they can't rob me
I clips at ya fam's lobby
Joe the Don and you been
But niggaz wanna listen till they kin's gone
Now you wanna get it on ya dollars stack
Now how you plan to holla back with a hollow
Joey Crack and I be the
Don't believe the streets till proof
Ask the how my Eagle blew
Betchu sayin', "Damn, we did to duke?"
Better gather young'ns and hope you make it through

Who the you know be fuckin' with 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 through the

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

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

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