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 takin' their life
I heard a couple lil' niggas got life
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or today?
She on her knees so she what it's like to pray
She got religious so she doin' it a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice
you got money on yo head it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood, put your ice
They rick 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 flag in his cell
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 hesitation like steph, shoot it in your face
I'm a golden state warrior strapped with a K
How's it land of the free, when we're trapped in a
Some shit just never make sense like and aids
Some shit just make sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's traffic
trappin' today just like back in the day
We like roc-a-fella records, we yay
And that dirty sprite 2 shit slappin'
We got niggas boxed in like cassius clay
And my feregammo belt that ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too many today
I wake up in the morning like who gon' pass
Who gon' blast today? who gon' to pray?"
New york, New
Good morning LA my nigga haze blew him and his away