Luyện nghe bài hát KONY

1]
This out to the so-called king of New York
This the home of legends, Lamar, so watch what you
You coming up short thinking you the boss, you be off it
You want the war to send you running like a faucet
Be cautious, this history is worth than a hit, boy
No how much good music you drop
You can't knock the legacy of B.I.G.'s,
And out the new gods, that ain't wise
You ain't king, at you a duke
Young and
But Jay old enough to be your pop and moving units than you
Talking about how you the king of this state, that's wasted
You kicked lines on the Miguel collaborations
You was doing good up until now,
false claiming, I feel the wrath of my city
You pompous, trying to take two of the compass
Astro to put an end to all this nonsense

2]
This ain't friends, and I see you trying to run the kid
Better chill with that Napoleon
battle, it's nothing, you weak, I feel like you're bluffing
You the king? Oh my bad, boy, I feel you puffin'
You balling hard enough to mention Phil Jackson name
I play like D'Antoni and get Lamar up out the
You owe them legends you dissing, but speak some real talk
I can see why you was for the throne in New York
Ain't nobody repping right, they scared, all
So I curse much, but fuck all you fake New Yorkers
suckers like newborns kissing Kendrick's ass
''Nobody better him, you #trash''
good kid mad city, not my city
Enter my city it's possibly
The end of your wind so me your ends
the game started, remember what state you in
New