Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

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

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

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

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

[Verse 4:
The life and times of a New York Nigga, we different
Please pardon my aggression, but move from my
that bullshit you spittin', you talkin' my high off
You blowin' my vibe, you forcin' my iron off my
I'm myself to be chill
to them journalists, get yourself killed
They ain't never lived this life, and no nothin' 'bout it
They hide behind and talk rowdy
From behind a MacBook, fuck a blog,
If I see you in the you'll 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 got warm hearts
No offense, but I'll you apart
No matter which of the map you reppin', get your weapon