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
feel like? Don't know how to kill?

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

The fuck?
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 what's from me
(Nah you fuckin' wit' us)
Rollin' with me, could only get you cars and
Fuck mad bitches and, amongst the stars
But we mad chave in the life we live
comin' over just to feel my "Crib"
Man, fuck them 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 it's to tame still
Shit's still real man you shoulda bought it
Must feel ill to see your boss get
in audits and makin' hot tapes
This rap shit don't cut it then back to flippin' weight
Man, I'm feelin' great, pushin' mad
Hustlin' is the key to but could you do it
I been it down, the spray and the town
It's about time the rightful claimed his crown

Who the fuck you know be fuckin' 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, 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 with
Shit I'm O.G. nigga know how this is

Hey yo, all over, I want a piece of the pie
Nigga hand it or all your seeds gon' die
And it don't take much for me to a DJ
Or at ya truck while you ridin' through the freeway
Shit is mad to wet you up
Betta, yo' bitch and who's dick she sucked
She gon', set you up, I to the crib
I don't why you surprised, bitches love 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 rich they can't rob me
I plant clips at ya fam's
Joe the Don and you warned
But niggaz never wanna listen they kin's gone
Now you wanna get it on 'cuz ya dollars
Now how you plan to holla back with a back?
Joey and I be the truth
Don't believe that's the streets proof
Ask the deez how my Eagle
Betchu sayin', "Damn, we did to duke?"
gather them young'ns and hope you make it through

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

Who the fuck you be fuckin' with this?
As Big Pun's knowin' 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 with this
Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how is

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