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] What is it Khalid, 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!!)

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

Aiyyo, who can test I, the true of N.Y.
Well ever since Big Boy from 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 with me, could get you fast cars and
mad bitches 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 I said 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
still real man you never shoulda bought it
Must feel ill to see your get extorted
Specialize in audits and hot tapes
This rap shit don't cut it then it's back to flippin
Man I'm great (Whoo!) Pushin mad units
is the key to success but could you do it
I layin it down, the spray and the town
It's about time the rightful owner claimed his

[Chorus: Buju + Fat Joe]
[BB] Who the 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!
Wanna war with the Squad, walk the threshold!
Who the fuck you know be fuckin with this?!
As Big Pun's you'll be givin a shit!
Not any squad or clique 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 take much for me to kidnap a DJ
Or clap at ya truck while you through the freeway
is mad ea-say to wet you up
Betta, watch yo' bitch and dick she sucked
She gon', set you up, I been to the
I don't know why you surprised love the kid
I'm realer than the way you act
A born killer to wave the mack
And all you gotta face the fact
I pop shit 'cause you can't me
rich 'cause they can't rob me
I plant clips at ya lobby
Joe the Don and you warned
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?
Joey and I be the truth
Don't believe that's the streets till
Ask the how my Eagle blew
sayin, "Damn, what 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...