Luyện nghe bài hát King of N. Y.

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

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

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

Aiyyo, who can I, the true King 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, amongst the stars
But we gettin' mad chave in the we live
comin' over just to feel my "Crib"
Man, fuck other kids, that's how I feel
I thought I it all in, "He's Not Real"

But you me to kill, must want ya brain spilled
I tryna keep cool but it's hard to still
still real 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, mad units
is the key to success but could you do it
I layin' 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 knowin' be givin' a shit
Not a damn soul, I let you from the get go
Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the

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

Hey yo, all over, I want a piece of the pie
Nigga hand it over or all seeds gon' die
And it don't much for me to kidnap a DJ
Or clap at ya truck while you through the freeway
Shit is mad to wet you up
Betta, watch yo' bitch and dick she sucked
She gon', set you up, I to the crib
I don't know why you surprised, love the kid
I'm more realer the way you act
A killer quick to wave the mack
And all you niggaz gotta the fact

I pop shit 'cuz you can't me
More rich 'cuz can't rob me
I plant clips at ya lobby
Joe the Don and you warned
But never wanna listen till they kin's gone
Now you wanna get it on 'cuz ya dollars
Now how you plan to holla with a hollow back?
Joey and I be the truth
Don't believe the streets till proof
Ask the deez how my Eagle
sayin', "Damn, what we did to duke?"
Better gather them young'ns and hope you make it

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
war with the Squad, walk through the threshold

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

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