Luyện nghe bài hát King of New York

An' bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin try an' 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] What is it Khalid, is it?
[Khalid] The King of New York has returned
The of New York, the Don Cartagena
Joe Crack, Terror 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 King of N.Y.
Well ever since Big Boy from Bed-Stuy
I've been, controllin the street, holdin the
Shit I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't 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
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 hard to tame still
still real man you never shoulda bought it
Must feel ill to see your get extorted
Specialize in and makin hot tapes
This rap shit don't cut it then it's to flippin weight
Man I'm feelin great (Whoo!) Pushin mad
Hustlin is the key to but could you do it
I layin 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 know be with this?!
As Big Pun's you'll be givin a shit!
[FJ] Not a damn soul! I let you from the get go!
Wanna war the Squad, walk through the threshold!
[BB] Who the fuck you know be with this?!
As Big knowin 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!

[Fat
Hey yo, it's all over, I want a of the pie
Nigga hand it over or all your seeds die
And it don't much for me to kidnap a DJ
Or at ya truck while you ridin through the freeway
Shit is mad 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 why you surprised bitches love the kid
I'm more realer the way you act
A born killer quick to wave the
And all you gotta face the fact
I pop shit you can't stop me
More rich 'cause can't rob me
I plant clips at ya 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 holla back with a hollow
Joey Crack and I be the
Don't believe the streets till proof
Ask the how my Eagle blew
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...