Luyện nghe bài hát King of N. Y.

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

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

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

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

But you me to kill, must want ya brain spilled
I tryna keep cool but hard to tame still
Shit's still real man you shoulda bought it
Must feel ill to see boss get extorted
in audits and makin' hot tapes
This rap don't cut it then it's back to flippin' weight
Man, I'm feelin' great, pushin' mad
Hustlin' is the key to but could you do it
I been layin' it down, the spray and the
It's time the rightful owner claimed his crown

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, 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 squab with
Shit I'm O.G. nigga know how this is

Hey yo, it's all over, I want a of the pie
hand it over or all your seeds gon' die
And it take much for me to kidnap a DJ
Or clap at ya while you ridin' through the freeway
is mad ea-say to wet you up
Betta, yo' bitch 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 than the way you act
A born killer to wave the mack
And all you niggaz gotta the fact

I pop shit 'cuz you stop me
More rich 'cuz they rob me
I plant at ya fam's lobby
Joe the Don and you warned
But niggaz never wanna listen till kin's gone
Now you get it on 'cuz 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 till proof
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 fuckin' 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 fuck you be fuckin' with this?
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be givin a
Not any squad or clique can squab this
Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'all how this is

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

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