Luyện nghe bài hát King of New York

An' bamba clad boy feel dem try an' test now!
Is Cut off dem blood-clot nigga don't give a fuck!
Watta feel like? Don't how to kill?

Uh-uh.. Saya, Saya!!
[Saya] is it Khalid, what is it?
[Khalid] The original 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, 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 from
I've been, controllin the street, the heat
Shit I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you fuckin wit us)
Rollin with me, only get you fast cars and
Fuck mad bitches and, amongst the stars,
but we mad chave in the life we live
MTV's comin over to feel my "Crib"
Man fuck them other kids! how I feel
I I said it all in "He's Not Real"
But you beggin me to kill, want ya brain spilled
I tryna keep 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 hot tapes
This rap shit don't cut it 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
about time the rightful owner claimed his crown

[Chorus: Banton + Fat Joe]
[BB] Who the fuck you be fuckin with this?!
As Big knowin you'll be givin a shit!
[FJ] Not a soul! I let you know from the get go!
Wanna war the Squad, walk through the threshold!
[BB] Who the fuck you be fuckin with this?!
As Big Pun's you'll be givin a shit!
[FJ] Not any squad or can squab with 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 your gon' die
And it don't much for me to kidnap a DJ
Or clap at ya truck while you ridin through the
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 bitches the kid
I'm more than the way you act
A killer quick to wave the mack
And all you niggaz gotta the fact
I pop shit 'cause you can't me
More rich 'cause can't rob me
I plant at ya fam's lobby
Joe the Don and you been
But niggaz never wanna listen till kin's gone
Now you get it on 'cause ya dollars stack
Now how you plan to back with a hollow back?
Crack 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?!"
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...