Luyện nghe bài hát King of New York

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

Uh-uh.. Saya, Saya!!
[Saya] What is it Khalid, 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!!)

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

Aiyyo, who can test I, the true 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 me, could only get you fast cars and
Fuck mad bitches and, amongst the stars,
but we gettin mad in the life we live
comin over just to feel my "Crib"
Man fuck them other kids! how I feel
I thought I it all in "He's Not Real"
But you me to kill, must want ya brain spilled
I tryna keep cool but it's to tame still
Shit's real man you never shoulda bought it
Must feel ill to see boss get extorted
in audits and makin hot tapes
This rap shit don't cut it it's back to flippin weight
Man I'm feelin great (Whoo!) mad units
Hustlin is the key to but could you do it
I been it down, the spray and the town
It's about time the rightful owner claimed his

[Chorus: Banton + Fat Joe]
[BB] Who the fuck you know be fuckin 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 knowin you'll be a shit!
[FJ] Not any or clique can squab with this!
I'm O.G. nigga y'all 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 take much for me to kidnap a DJ
Or clap at ya truck while you ridin the freeway
Shit is mad 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 bitches love the kid
I'm realer than the way you act
A killer quick to wave the mack
And all you gotta face the fact
I pop shit 'cause you can't me
More 'cause they can't rob me
I plant clips at ya lobby
Joe the Don and you warned
But niggaz never wanna listen they kin's gone
Now you wanna get it on 'cause ya dollars
Now how you plan to holla with a hollow back?
Joey Crack and I be the
Don't believe that's the streets till
Ask the deez how my blew
sayin, "Damn, what we did to duke?!"
Better gather young'ns and hope you make it through

2x

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