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 nigga don't a fuck!
Watta feel like? Don't how to kill?

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

Aiyyo, who can I, the true King of N.Y.
Well ever since Big Boy died Bed-Stuy
been, controllin the street, holdin the heat
Shit I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't wit us)
Rollin with me, only 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 keep but it's hard to tame still
Shit's still real man you never shoulda it
Must feel ill to see your boss get
Specialize in audits and 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 been layin it down, the and the town
It's about time the rightful owner claimed his

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

[Fat
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 you ridin through the freeway
is mad ea-say to wet you up
Betta, watch yo' bitch and who's dick she
She gon', set you up, I to the crib
I don't know why you surprised bitches the kid
I'm more realer 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
More 'cause they can't rob me
I plant clips at ya fam's
Joe the Don and you warned
But never wanna listen till they kin's gone
Now you wanna get it on ya dollars stack
Now how you to holla back with a hollow back?
Joey Crack and I be the
Don't believe the streets till proof
Ask the how my Eagle blew
sayin, "Damn, what 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...