Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

[Hook: Troy
Aye yo, times is hard, but we get it
And though it's crimes involved, we had to do 'em
By any means, Malcolm X marks the
I went from ridin' bikes to ridin' through in a
The road to success for me was real
Wasn't no stress for me, feel pity
is a bitch and she sure ain't pretty
And I'mma do me anyway,
I'm from New York City

[Verse 1: Ave]
I bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
A young prodigy when it to drug deals
In New York I get money
Dirty cash my matte black Jeep
I used to out on cabs
Went from givin' no to given limos to get to shows
Either way I'm driven - this shows
Spit flows Bō, sick hoes, got a Master Rolex watch above my Mo'
Drinkin' out the bottle
Young Crisco, pop it, hop in, let's politic,
niggas sayin' "time to get this money"
They've been the same niggas sayin' that for years, hungry
New discussion: New artists wanna be southern
The city's lost, so out-of-towners themselves frontin'
It was Big, Jay Z, now Troy here
But Kendrick Lamar's just a weirdo

[Verse 2:
We went from to elephant guns
pistols on Gynsills - little shorties, cheeba, big forties
Sittin' back in the - good, nigga, good
Retrievin' every bill, grabbin' my wood
You know we specialists at
Call us the pumpers
Who run up on these niggas like
The and good vines
That means the wares is - assignment, baby, since '89
through hallways, big laundry bags
Four Ks - handle niggas, now jam niggas
Fuck they gon' do no CREAM? You might as well be a bum
Cause you never represent the money team
We smash faces, bracelets, that's the basic
Don't get smacked in mouth with 45 razors
Yeah, the jungle brothers rollin' all coverage
Get 'em young Troy - What? He with us

3: N.O.R.E.]
You how I steady rock - New York City bop
Used to grainy rock - war on the petty block
Back-to-back
Now we drink liquor, drinkin' back-to-back
No, we ain't erase
hand, aces - out of town papers
Luck's all - herb shit, Avis
I graduated from the life accordingly
Said my first on a jail phone, recordedly
I been niggas since 14
I've been to war, mean - got guns from Fort
I niggas - I was the re-up man
I gave the orders, nigga - P.A.P.I. the orders, nigga
King flow, used to get coke from
Get up in the old folks' home, playin' bingo
He it for 10, but I got him for cinco
Safe in the ceiling, the guns the sink flow

[Verse 4:
The life and times of a New York Nigga, we different
Please pardon my aggression, but move my vision
With bullshit you spittin', you talkin' my high off
You blowin' my vibe, you forcin' my off my belt
I'm forcin' to be chill
Listen to them journalists, get yourself
They ain't never lived this life, and no near nothin' it
They hide behind aliases and rowdy
From behind a MacBook, fuck a blog,
If I see you in the flesh you'll be
Like a martini - I they tired of me
I know they wish I would die already, but I'm dope
I'm so cold, you should get your February
That NY shit, you niggas got warm
No offense, but tear you apart
No matter which part of the map you reppin', get your