Luyện nghe bài hát New York

Turn the beat up,

New york, New york, up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, get right today
I heard them lil' niggas their life away
I heard a lil' niggas got life today
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 strap up, no I throwin' dice today
When you got money on yo head it's a to pay
And it get in the hood, put your ice away
They locked ross up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole up and it's "oh well"
Oh well, oh
Hang him with a confederate in his cell
Let him sit there and rot 'til his turns to bones
remember who casted the first stone
New york, New york, mornin' LA
Say hi to the Chi, to the Bay
No hesitation steph, shoot it right in your face
Cause I'm a golden warrior strapped with a K
How's it of the free, when we're trapped in a cage?
Some just never make sense like magic and aids
Some shit just never make sense like bashin' the
Obama must be in the city, it's today
Niggas trappin' just like back in the day
We roc-a-fella records, we packagin' yay
And that dirty sprite 2 shit slappin'
We got these niggas boxed in cassius clay
And my feregammo where that ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too many today
I wake up in the like who gon' pass away?
Who gon' blast who gon' have to pray?"
New york, New
Good morning LA my nigga haze blew him and his away