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 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 King 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, on my money; 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 from Bed-Stuy
I've been, the street, holdin the heat
Shit I want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin wit us)
Rollin with me, could only get you fast and
Fuck mad and, dine amongst the stars,
but we gettin mad chave in the we live
MTV's comin 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 beggin me to kill, must ya brain spilled
I tryna keep cool but hard to tame still
Shit's still real man you never bought it
Must ill to see your 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 great (Whoo!) Pushin mad units
Hustlin is the key to success but you do it
I been it down, the spray and the town
about time the rightful owner claimed his crown

[Chorus: Buju Banton + Fat
Who the fuck you know 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!
war with 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 clique can with this!
Shit I'm O.G. nigga y'all know how is!

[Fat
Hey yo, it's all over, I want a of the pie
Nigga it over or all your seeds gon' die
And it don't much for me to kidnap a DJ
Or clap at ya truck while you ridin the freeway
is mad ea-say to wet you up
Betta, watch yo' bitch and dick she sucked
She gon', set you up, I to the crib
I don't why you surprised bitches love the kid
I'm realer than the way you act
A born killer to wave the mack
And all you niggaz face the fact
I pop shit you can't stop me
More 'cause they can't rob me
I plant clips at ya fam's
Joe the Don and you been
But never wanna listen till they kin's gone
Now you wanna get it on 'cause ya dollars
Now how you plan to back with a hollow back?
Crack and I be the truth
Don't that's the streets till proof
Ask the deez how my Eagle
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...