Luyện nghe bài hát King of New York

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

Uh-uh.. Saya, Saya!!
[Saya] What is it Khalid, is it?
[Khalid] The original King of New York has
The King of New York, the Don
Joe Crack, Terror 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; money on my

Aiyyo, who can test I, the King of N.Y.
Well ever since Big Boy from Bed-Stuy
I've been, controllin the street, the heat
Shit I only what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin wit us)
Rollin with me, could only get you cars and
Fuck mad bitches and, amongst the stars,
but we gettin mad in the life we live
MTV's over 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 spilled
I keep cool but it's hard to tame still
Shit's real man you never shoulda bought it
feel ill to see your boss get extorted
Specialize in and makin hot tapes
This rap don't cut it then it's back to flippin weight
Man I'm feelin great (Whoo!) mad units
Hustlin is the key to success but you do it
I layin it down, the spray and the town
It's about time the rightful claimed his crown

[Chorus: Buju + Fat Joe]
Who the fuck you know be fuckin with this?!
As Big Pun's you'll be givin a shit!
[FJ] Not a damn soul! I let you know the get go!
Wanna war the Squad, walk through the threshold!
[BB] Who the fuck you know be fuckin this?!
As Big Pun's knowin be givin a shit!
[FJ] Not any squad or clique can 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 or all your seeds gon' die
And it don't much for me to kidnap a DJ
Or clap at ya while you ridin through the freeway
is mad ea-say to wet you up
Betta, watch yo' and who's dick she sucked
She gon', set you up, I been to the
I know why you surprised bitches love the kid
I'm more than the way you act
A born killer quick to the mack
And all you niggaz 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 till kin's gone
Now you wanna get it on 'cause ya dollars
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 gather them young'ns and hope you make it

2x

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