Luyện nghe bài hát King of New York

An' bamba clad boy feel dem try an' test now!
Is that? Cut off dem blood-clot nigga give a fuck!
Watta feel like? know how to kill?

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

Joe]
The fuck?! What?!
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 ever since Big Boy died Bed-Stuy
I've been, the street, holdin the heat
Shit I only want stolen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin wit us)
Rollin me, could only get you fast cars and
mad bitches and, dine amongst the stars,
but we mad chave in the life we live
MTV's comin just to feel my "Crib"
Man fuck them kids! That's how I feel
I I said it all in "He's Not Real"
But you beggin me to kill, want ya brain spilled
I keep cool but it's hard to tame still
Shit's still real man you never bought it
Must feel ill to see your get extorted
Specialize in audits and makin hot
This rap shit don't cut it then back to flippin weight
Man I'm feelin (Whoo!) Pushin mad units
Hustlin is the key to but could you do it
I layin it down, the spray and the town
It's about time the rightful owner his crown

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

Joe]
Hey yo, it's all over, I want a of the pie
Nigga hand it over or all seeds gon' die
And it take 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 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 quick to wave the mack
And all you gotta face the fact
I pop shit 'cause you stop me
More rich they can't rob me
I plant clips at ya fam's
Joe the Don and you been
But niggaz never wanna listen till they gone
Now you get it on 'cause ya dollars stack
Now how you plan to holla with a hollow back?
Joey Crack and I be the
Don't that's the streets till proof
Ask the deez how my Eagle
Betchu sayin, "Damn, we did to duke?!"
Better them young'ns and hope you make it through

2x

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