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 don't give a
Watta feel 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 on my money, money on my mind

Aiyyo, who can test I, the true of N.Y.
Well, ever Big Boy died from Bed-Stuy
I've been, controllin' the street, holdin' the
Shit I only want stolen from me
(Nah you ain't fuckin' us)
Rollin' me, could only get you fast cars and
Fuck mad and, dine amongst the stars
But we gettin' mad in the life we live
MTV's over just to feel my "Crib"
Man, fuck them other kids, that's how I
I thought I it all in, "He's Not Real"

But you beggin' me to kill, must ya brain spilled
I tryna keep but it's hard to tame still
still real man you never shoulda bought it
Must feel ill to see your get extorted
in audits and makin' hot tapes
This rap shit don't cut it then back to flippin' weight
Man, I'm great, pushin' mad units
Hustlin' is the key to but could you do it
I been it down, the spray and the town
It's about 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 know 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 clique can squab with
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 you ridin' through the freeway
Shit is mad to wet you up
Betta, watch yo' bitch and who's she sucked
She gon', set you up, I to the crib
I don't know why you surprised, bitches the kid
I'm more realer the way you act
A born killer quick to wave the
And all you niggaz gotta the fact

I pop shit 'cuz you can't me
More 'cuz they can't rob me
I plant clips at ya fam's
Joe the Don and you been
But niggaz never 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
sayin', "Damn, what 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 damn soul, I let you from the get go
Wanna war with the Squad, through the threshold

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

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

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