Luyện nghe bài hát New York

Turn the beat up,

New york, New york, up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right
I heard them lil' niggas takin' life away
I heard a couple lil' niggas got life
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or today?
She on her so she know what it's like to pray
She got religious so she doin' it a day
I up, no I ain't throwin' dice today
When you got on yo head it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood, put your ice
locked rick ross up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church up and "oh well"
Oh well, oh
Hang him with a flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot 'til his body to bones
Just remember who casted the stone
New york, New york, good LA
Say hi to the Chi, to the Bay
No hesitation like steph, shoot it right in your
Cause I'm a golden state strapped with a K
How's it land of the free, when we're in a cage?
Some shit just never sense like magic and aids
Some shit just never make sense bashin' the gays
must be in the city, it's traffic today
Niggas today just like back in the day
We like records, we packagin' yay
And that dirty 2 shit slappin' today
We got these niggas boxed in like cassius
And my feregammo belt where that ratchet
Cause the police killing too many today
I wake up in the morning like who pass away?
Who gon' today? who gon' have to pray?"
New york, New
Good morning LA my nigga blew him and his wife away