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 don't a fuck!
Watta feel like? know how to kill?

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

[Fat
The fuck?! What?!
Yeah, on my money; money on my mind
Nigga mind on my money; money on my

Aiyyo, who can test I, the true of N.Y.
Well ever since Big Boy died Bed-Stuy
I've been, controllin the street, holdin the
Shit I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you fuckin wit us)
Rollin with me, could only get you fast and
Fuck mad bitches and, amongst the stars,
but we mad chave in the life we live
MTV's comin over just to my "Crib"
Man them other kids! That's how I feel
I thought I it all in "He's Not Real"
But you beggin me to kill, must ya brain spilled
I tryna cool but it's hard to tame still
Shit's still real man you never bought it
Must feel ill to see boss get extorted
Specialize in audits and hot tapes
This rap don't cut it then it's back to flippin weight
Man I'm feelin (Whoo!) Pushin mad units
Hustlin is the key to success but you do it
I been layin it down, the and the town
It's about time the rightful owner claimed his

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

[Fat
Hey yo, it's all over, I want a of the pie
hand it over or all your seeds gon' die
And it take much for me to kidnap a DJ
Or clap at ya while you ridin through the freeway
Shit is mad to wet you up
Betta, watch yo' bitch and who's dick she
She gon', set you up, I been to the
I don't know why you surprised love the kid
I'm more realer the way you act
A born quick to wave the mack
And all you niggaz gotta face the
I pop shit you can't stop me
More rich 'cause they rob me
I plant clips at ya lobby
Joe the Don and you been
But niggaz never wanna till they kin's gone
Now you wanna get it on 'cause ya stack
Now how you plan to holla back a hollow back?
Crack and I be the truth
Don't believe that's the streets proof
Ask the how my Eagle blew
Betchu sayin, "Damn, we did to duke?!"
Better gather them young'ns and hope you make it

2x

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