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 from ridin' bikes to ridin' through in a drop
The road to success for me was real
Wasn't no stress for me, feel pity
Life is a bitch and she ain't pretty
And I'mma do me anyway,
Cause I'm from New City

1: Troy Ave]
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar
A prodigy when it come to drug deals
In New York I get money
cash bought my matte black Jeep
I used to out on cabs
Went from givin' no dough to given limos to get to
Either way I'm driven - shit shows
Spit flows like Bō, sick hoes, got a Master watch above my Mo'
champagne out the bottle
Young Crisco, pop it, hop in, let's politic,
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 city's lost, so find themselves frontin'
It was Big, Jay Z, now here after
But Kendrick just a weirdo rapper

[Verse 2:
We from Uzis to elephant guns
Small pistols on - little shorties, cheeba, big forties
Sittin' back in the 'hood - good, nigga,
Retrievin' every bill, grabbin' my wood
You we specialists at nighttime
us the poisonous pumpers
Who run up on these like Nightline
The arsonists and vines
That the wares is amazing - assignment, baby, since '89
Creepin' through hallways, big laundry
Ks - handle them niggas, now jam niggas
Fuck they gon' do with no You might as well be a bum
Cause you could represent the money team
We smash faces, flash bracelets, that's the
Don't get smacked in your mouth 45 razors
Yeah, the jungle brothers with all coverage
Get 'em young - What? He fucked with us

3: N.O.R.E.]
You know how I steady rock - New York bop
to slang grainy rock - war on the petty block
Back-to-back
Now we drink liquor, drinkin' back-to-back
No, we ain't this
hand, aces - out of town papers
Luck's all - herb shit, Avis
I graduated from the street life
Said my first rhyme on a jail phone,
I shot niggas since 14
I've been to war, - got guns from Fort Greene
I exorted niggas - I was the 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 folks' home, he's bingo
He it for 10, but I got him for cinco
Safe in the ceiling, the guns under the flow

[Verse 4:
The life and times of a New Nigga, we very different
Please pardon my aggression, but move my vision
With that bullshit you spittin', you my high off
You blowin' my vibe, you my iron off my belt
I'm forcin' myself to be
to them journalists, get yourself killed
They ain't lived this life, and no near nothin' 'bout it
They hide behind and talk rowdy
behind a MacBook, fuck a blog, dawg
If I see you in the flesh be shook
a martini - I know they tired of me
I know 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 you apart
No matter which part of the map you reppin', get your