Luyện nghe bài hát King of N. Y.

An' bamba clad boy dem bobbin' try an' test now
Is that? Cut off dem blood-clot nigga don't give a
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, Terror Squad

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

Aiyyo, who can I, the true King of N.Y.
Well, ever Big Boy died from Bed-Stuy
I've been, the street, holdin' the heat
Shit I only want what's stolen me
(Nah you fuckin' wit' us)
Rollin' me, could only get you fast cars and
Fuck mad bitches and, dine amongst the
But we gettin' mad chave in the life we
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 want ya spilled
I tryna keep but it's hard to tame still
Shit's still man you never shoulda bought it
Must feel ill to see boss get extorted
Specialize in audits and hot tapes
This rap shit don't cut it it's back to flippin' weight
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 with this?
As Big knowin' you'll 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 knowin' you'll be a shit
Not any squad or can squab with this
Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how 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 while you 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 been to the
I don't why you surprised, bitches love the kid
I'm more realer the way you act
A born killer quick to the mack
And all you gotta face the fact

I pop shit 'cuz you stop me
rich 'cuz they can't rob me
I clips at ya fam's lobby
Joe the Don and you warned
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 a hollow back?
Joey and I be the truth
Don't believe that's the till proof
Ask the how my Eagle blew
Betchu sayin', "Damn, we did to duke?"
Better gather them young'ns and hope you make it

Who the fuck you know be with this?
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be a shit
Not a soul, I let you know from the get go
Wanna war with the Squad, walk through the

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

Who the you know be fuckin' with this?
As Big Pun's knowin' you'll be a shit
Not a soul, I let you know from the get go
Wanna war the Squad, walk through the threshold

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

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