Luyện nghe bài hát New York

I'm running, running the jungle
like a slave through the underground tunnel
Told you all niggas get these bitches
'Cause I spit my lips need 16 stitches
I am, intrusion,
You bitches can't see me I'm really an illusion
I hop upon your face and do my motherfucking that
Till I know the out like a motherfucking toothpick
Ah, I'm nasty nigga, like Nas like kim, like bitches
Like I'm fucking Chris dope or that nigga
Or the skin on the of a ashy nigga
I am, whatever say I am
Bumping like the on them thick bitches at stadiums
them other bitches I sound better in the place of them
I kill this this the motherfucking raping
Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup
Calls from oversea like a crusade
rock and you hit it till your nose hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and

I run New York, I run New

I am 0 past a hundred, like a dragon
That wnt missing from a
Y'all a bunch of niggas trippy off of nothing
Tie a rope around your neck and let me kick you off a
I'm Satan, and I'ma take ass to church now
Running my fields and you on your first down
I love it, when these bitches know I'm than them
'Cause I don't hear, not a word or a letter from
I'm a fire, of the force round
Bitches and I rap, elliptical, all it's
Bitches and a condo, I sit with an mouth
and you bitches are lyrically
Like fucking down syndrome, no offense
No shame in all, but y'all bitches on like baby claws
You can me out in Cover, chilling like a stoop kid
Yeah hate talk bitch do

Sick bitch, chicken noodle face
Calls from oversea like a crusade
Crack rock and you hit it your nose hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and

I run New York, I run New

I'm lyrical on general
shots when I was a criminal
Don't stop, continue on around
But never of the shit that I'm fin to do
Y'all that I'm you
If you front, I'm put and end to you
I'm like scorpion, I will finish you
Making nasty, real, real
Way you bitches like you will get past me
Won't happen you bitches get on, when I'm off it
Try to me now, you be gone in a coffin
It's just me, and I
Talk tough shit and I'ma you till you die
Ask why, because I'm better you'll ever be
That's why negotiate seems lighter than heavy d

Sick bitch, chicken soup face
Calls from oversea a motherfucking crusade
Crack rock and you hit it till your hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and

I run New York, I run New York.