Luyện nghe bài hát King of New York

An' bamba boy feel dem bobbin try an' test now!
Is that? Cut off dem nigga don't give a fuck!
Watta feel like? know how to kill?

Uh-uh.. Saya, Saya!!
[Saya] is it Khalid, what is it?
[Khalid] The original of New York has returned
The King of New York, the Don
Joe Crack, Squad leader!
(Whoo.. whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!!)

Joe]
The fuck?! What?!
Yeah, mind on my money; money on my
Nigga mind on my money; on my mind

Aiyyo, who can I, the true King of N.Y.
Well ever since Big Boy died from
I've been, controllin the street, the heat
I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin wit us)
Rollin with me, could only get you fast and
mad bitches and, dine amongst the stars,
but we mad chave in the life we live
MTV's over just to feel 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 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 audits and hot tapes
This rap shit don't cut it then it's back to flippin
Man I'm great (Whoo!) Pushin mad units
is the key to success but could you do it
I been it down, the spray and the town
It's about time the rightful owner claimed his

[Chorus: Buju + Fat Joe]
[BB] Who the fuck you know be fuckin this?!
As Big Pun's you'll be givin a shit!
[FJ] Not a soul! I let you know from the get go!
Wanna war with the Squad, walk the threshold!
[BB] Who the fuck you know be fuckin this?!
As Big Pun's knowin you'll be a shit!
Not any squad or clique can squab with this!
Shit I'm O.G. nigga know how this is!

[Fat
Hey yo, it's all over, I want a 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 ridin through the
is mad ea-say to wet you up
Betta, watch yo' and who's dick she sucked
She gon', set you up, I been to the
I don't know why you surprised love the kid
I'm more than the way you act
A born killer to wave the mack
And all you niggaz face the fact
I pop shit 'cause you stop me
More rich 'cause can't rob me
I plant clips at ya fam's
Joe the Don and you warned
But niggaz never listen till they kin's gone
Now you wanna get it on 'cause ya dollars
Now how you plan to holla back with a back?
Crack and I be the truth
Don't believe that's the streets proof
Ask the deez how my blew
Betchu sayin, "Damn, we did to duke?!"
gather them young'ns and hope you make it through

2x

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