Luyện nghe bài hát New York

Yo B (turn speakers up man)
Turn speakers up money!
Yo God! (Yo God?)
Yo I got mad skills.
that money?

Chorus:

New York New York big of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it
You might get fooled if you come out of town
But I'm down by law, and I'm from the Pound

One: Kurupt

It's the incredible, the
You be me like Niece, to see me is gonna take a miracle
I'm driving hysterical, with a
touch of twister, stylistic mixture
What I pulsates, there is no escape
Annihilate your mental
Dre labels my abusive
I packs more knowledge Confuscius, I'm deadly
Induce you like Medusa, with to shed
And niggaz throughout hemisphere, far and near
Prepare, catch me like the winter
Up against the one contender, as I enter
Cause I gets heated friction
Motherfuck whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fiction
addiction, to this homicidal recital
Dangerous and vital to all my
Suicidal, conveys
To the average minds these days
I'm all to put work in
Take ten steps and turn to shoot the first smirkin
Give a FUCK, your name, what you claim
Or why you came, motherfucker explain
Simply, don't me, cause I'm simply
Layin hoes lifes empty, the MC

One

Chorus Snoop

Too much, I too many people, too much
It's too much, I too many people
And when I finish servin ain't gon be no

One and Two

Verse Two:

Gimme a G's, for every MC, I knocked to his knees
Verbally useless, oh you got the juice? I you juiceless
The barbaric, versatile, no kin to me
So how the fuck you my style?
Now, out the clear sky, I can't deny
Not a day goes by, don't get high, ask why
the night for me to rip microphones
Into bits and lyrical telekinesis
Gets me verbally vindictive
Violent vocabulary to existance
Catch me in the pitch path
I sit and let the thought pass through my mental
till I hear an
And verbals get to spittin
The highest in intellect, try connectin the written
Now they faced with the forbidden, vocally
To explore new terrain, then remain unseen, the war
Dips like a low-low, my verbal fo'-fo'
The cocoa complexion MC with the slow
Fo sho', I it to you from the do'
Motherfucker, mentally I go (you know!)
I ya, Kurupter, MC to vocally
bore your molecular, structure
Catastrophic, as Mixelplix
Hittin like picks the deadliest lyricist

Chorus One and Two: 2X

We live... tonight I serve two MC's
We live... cause can't none fuck the DPG'z

We live (baby) because tonight I two thousand MC's
We (baby) none can fuck with the DPG'z

DPGC,
ABC the
Ba-by...

Three: Kurupt

Eryday, I bust and recite
In that make MC's stop in daylight
I'm the MC you wanna see on the streets
Invincibility is makes me complete, compete
Nah you can't even me
I fuck, you, your momma, auntie, and your lady...
*bzzt to