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
Watta feel like? Don't know how to

Saya,
is it Khalid, what is it?
The original King of New has returned
The of New York, the Don Cartagena
Joe Crack, Squad leader

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

Aiyyo, who can test I, the true of N.Y.
Well, ever since Big Boy died from
been, controllin' the street, holdin' the heat
Shit I only want stolen from 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 gettin' mad chave in the we live
MTV's comin' over just to my "Crib"
Man, fuck them other kids, how I feel
I thought I it all in, "He's Not Real"

But you beggin' me to kill, must ya brain spilled
I tryna cool but it's hard to tame still
Shit's still man you never shoulda bought it
Must feel ill to see your get extorted
Specialize in and makin' hot tapes
This rap shit don't cut it then it's back to flippin'
Man, I'm feelin' great, pushin' mad
Hustlin' is the key to success but you do it
I layin' it down, the spray and the town
about time the rightful owner claimed his crown

Who the you know be fuckin' with this?
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, through the threshold

Who the you know be fuckin' with 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

Hey yo, it's all over, I want a 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 while you ridin' 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 than the way you act
A killer quick to wave the mack
And all you niggaz gotta face the

I pop shit 'cuz you stop me
rich 'cuz they can't rob me
I plant 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 to holla back with a hollow back?
Joey 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 young'ns and hope you it through

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 from the get go
Wanna war the Squad, walk through the threshold

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

Who the fuck you be fuckin' with this?
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin a
Not a damn soul, I let you know 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 with 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