Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

[Hook: Troy
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 the spot
I went ridin' bikes to ridin' through in a drop
The road to for me was real gritty
no stress for me, don't feel pity
Life is a bitch and she sure pretty
And I'mma do me anyway,
Cause I'm New York City

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

[Verse 2:
We went from Uzis to elephant
Small pistols on Gynsills - shorties, cheeba, big forties
Sittin' in the 'hood - good, nigga, good
Retrievin' every dollar bill, grabbin' my
You we specialists at nighttime
Call us the poisonous
Who run up on these niggas Nightline
The arsonists and vines
That means the wares is - assignment, baby, since '89
Creepin' through hallways, big laundry
Four Ks - them niggas, now jam niggas
they gon' do with no CREAM? You might as well be a bum
Cause you could never the money team
We smash faces, flash bracelets, the basic
Don't get smacked in your mouth 45 razors
Yeah, the brothers rollin' with all coverage
Get 'em young Troy - What? He 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 drink liquor, back-to-back cases
No, we ain't erase
Spades hand, - out of town papers
Luck's all Vegas - shit, Avis
I graduated from the life accordingly
my first rhyme on a jail phone, recordedly
I been niggas since 14
I've been to war, mean - got from Fort Greene
I niggas - I was the re-up man
I gave the orders, nigga - P.A.P.I. gave the orders,
flow, used to get coke from Domingo
Get up in the old folks' home, he's bingo
He it for 10, but I got him for cinco
Safe in the ceiling, the under the sink flow

[Verse 4:
The life and times of a New York Nigga, we different
Please pardon my aggression, but from my vision
that bullshit you spittin', you talkin' my high off
You my vibe, you forcin' my iron off my belt
I'm forcin' to be chill
Listen to journalists, get yourself killed
They ain't lived this life, and no near nothin' 'bout it
hide behind aliases and talk rowdy
From behind a MacBook, a blog, dawg
If I see you in the flesh be shook
Like a martini - I know they of me
I know wish I would die already, but I'm very dope
I'm so cold, you get your February coat
That NY shit, you niggas got hearts
No offense, but I'll you apart
No which part of the map you reppin', get your weapon