Luyện nghe bài hát King of New York

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

Uh-uh.. Saya, Saya!!
[Saya] What is it Khalid, is it?
[Khalid] The 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, mind on my money; money on my
Nigga mind on my money; money on my

Aiyyo, who can test I, the King 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 me, could only get you fast cars and
Fuck mad and, dine amongst the stars,
but we gettin mad in the life we live
MTV's comin just to feel my "Crib"
Man fuck other kids! That's how I feel
I I said it all in "He's Not Real"
But you beggin me to kill, must want ya brain
I tryna keep cool but it's hard to tame
Shit's still real man you shoulda bought it
feel ill to see your boss get extorted
Specialize in audits and makin hot
This rap shit don't cut it then it's back to flippin
Man I'm great (Whoo!) Pushin 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 his crown

Buju Banton + Fat Joe]
[BB] Who the fuck you be fuckin with this?!
As Big Pun's knowin be givin a shit!
[FJ] Not a damn soul! I let you from the get go!
war with the Squad, walk through the threshold!
[BB] Who the fuck you know be 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!

[Fat
Hey yo, it's all over, I want a of the pie
hand it over or all your seeds gon' die
And it don't much for me to kidnap a DJ
Or at ya truck while you ridin through the freeway
is mad ea-say to wet you up
Betta, yo' bitch and who's dick she sucked
She gon', set you up, I to the crib
I don't know why you bitches love the kid
I'm realer than the way you act
A born quick to wave the mack
And all you gotta face the fact
I pop 'cause you can't stop me
More rich they can't rob me
I plant at ya fam's lobby
Joe the Don and you been
But niggaz never wanna listen till they gone
Now you wanna get it on 'cause ya dollars
Now how you plan to back with a hollow back?
Joey Crack and I be the
Don't believe the streets till proof
Ask the deez how my Eagle
Betchu sayin, "Damn, we did to duke?!"
Better gather them and hope you make it through

2x

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