Luyện nghe bài hát King of New York

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

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

Aiyyo, who can test I, the King of N.Y.
ever since Big Boy died from Bed-Stuy
I've been, the street, holdin the heat
I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin wit us)
Rollin with me, only get you fast cars and
Fuck mad bitches and, amongst the stars,
but we gettin mad in the life we live
comin over just to feel my "Crib"
Man fuck them other kids! That's how I
I thought I it all in "He's Not Real"
But you beggin me to kill, want ya brain spilled
I tryna keep cool but hard to tame still
Shit's still man you never shoulda bought it
Must ill to see your boss get extorted
Specialize in audits and hot tapes
This rap shit don't cut it then it's back to 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 owner claimed his

[Chorus: Banton + Fat Joe]
[BB] Who the you know be fuckin with this?!
As Big Pun's knowin you'll be a shit!
Not a damn soul! I let you know from the get go!
Wanna war with the Squad, through the threshold!
Who the fuck you know be fuckin with this?!
As Big Pun's knowin be givin a shit!
[FJ] Not any squad or can squab with this!
Shit I'm O.G. nigga know how this 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 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, watch yo' and who's dick she sucked
She gon', set you up, I to the crib
I don't know why you surprised love the kid
I'm realer than the way you act
A born killer quick to wave the
And all you niggaz gotta the fact
I pop shit 'cause you stop me
More 'cause they can't rob me
I plant at ya fam's lobby
Joe the Don and you warned
But niggaz never wanna till they kin's gone
Now you wanna get it on 'cause ya dollars
Now how you plan to holla back with a hollow
Joey and I be the truth
Don't that's the streets till proof
Ask the how my Eagle blew
Betchu sayin, "Damn, we did to duke?!"
Better gather them young'ns and you make it through

2x

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