Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

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

1: Troy Ave]
I break bread, ribs, hundred bills
A young prodigy when it come to drug
In New I get blood money
Dirty cash bought my black Jeep
I used to skip out on
Went from givin' no dough to given to get to shows
Either way I'm driven - this shit
flows like 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 York artists be southern
The lost, so out-of-towners find themselves frontin'
It was Big, Jay Z, now Troy here
But Kendrick Lamar's just a rapper

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

3: N.O.R.E.]
You know how I steady rock - New City bop
Used to slang grainy rock - war on the petty
Back-to-back
Now we liquor, drinkin' back-to-back cases
No, we ain't this
Spades hand, - out of town papers
all Vegas - herb shit, Avis
I graduated from the street accordingly
my first rhyme on a jail phone, recordedly
I shot 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 Domingo
Get up in the old home, he's playin' bingo
He sold it for 10, but I got him for
Safe in the ceiling, the guns under the flow

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