Luyện nghe bài hát New York

Turn the up, yeah

New york, New york, up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right
I heard them lil' niggas their life away
I heard a couple lil' got life today
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or today?
She on her knees so she know what like to pray
She got religious so she it twice a day
I strap up, no I ain't dice today
When you got on yo head it's a price to pay
And it get in the hood, put your ice away
They locked rick ross up and ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a church up and it's "oh well"
Oh well, oh
Hang him with a confederate flag in his
Let him sit there and rot 'til his body turns to
Just remember who casted the first
New york, New york, mornin' LA
Say hi to the Chi, to the Bay
No like steph, shoot it right in your face
Cause I'm a golden state warrior with a K
it land of the free, when we're trapped in a cage?
Some shit just never sense like magic and aids
shit just never make sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's today
Niggas trappin' today like back in the day
We roc-a-fella records, we packagin' yay
And dirty sprite 2 shit slappin' today
We got these niggas in like cassius clay
And my feregammo belt where that ratchet
Cause the police killing too blacks today
I wake up in the morning like who gon' pass
Who blast today? who gon' have to pray?"
New york, New
morning LA my nigga haze blew him and his wife away