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

1: Troy Ave]
I bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
A young prodigy it come to drug deals
In New York I get blood
Dirty bought my matte black Jeep
I to skip out on cabs
Went from givin' no to given limos to get to shows
way I'm driven - this shit shows
Spit flows Bō, sick hoes, got a Master Rolex watch above my Mo'
Drinkin' champagne out the
Crisco, pop it, hop in, let's politic, ditto
Same niggas "time to get this money"
They've been the same niggas sayin' for years, still hungry
New New York artists 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 went from Uzis to guns
Small on Gynsills - little shorties, cheeba, big forties
Sittin' back in the - good, nigga, good
every dollar bill, grabbin' my wood
You we specialists at nighttime
Call us the pumpers
Who run up on niggas like Nightline
The arsonists and vines
That means the wares is - assignment, baby, since '89
Creepin' hallways, big laundry bags
Ks - handle them niggas, now jam niggas
Fuck they gon' do with no CREAM? You as well be a bum
Cause you could represent the money team
We faces, flash bracelets, that's the basic
Don't get smacked in mouth with 45 razors
Yeah, the jungle brothers with all coverage
Get 'em young Troy - He fucked with us

3: N.O.R.E.]
You know how I steady rock - New York bop
Used to slang rock - war on the petty block
cases
Now we liquor, drinkin' back-to-back cases
No, we ain't this
Spades hand, aces - out of papers
Luck's all - herb shit, Avis
I graduated from the street life
Said my first rhyme on a phone, recordedly
I been shot since 14
I've been to war, mean - got guns from Fort
I exorted - I was the re-up man
I gave the orders, - P.A.P.I. gave the orders, nigga
King flow, to get coke from Domingo
Get up in the old folks' home, playin' bingo
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
With that you spittin', you talkin' my high off
You blowin' my vibe, you forcin' my iron off my
I'm forcin' myself to be
Listen to them journalists, get yourself
They never lived this life, and no near nothin' 'bout it
They hide behind aliases and talk
From behind a MacBook, fuck a blog,
If I see you in the you'll be shook
Like a - 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 your February
That NY shit, you niggas got hearts
No offense, but tear you apart
No matter which part of the map you reppin', get weapon