Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

[Hook: Ave]
Aye yo, times is hard, but we get it
And even though it's involved, we had to do 'em
By any means, Malcolm X the spot
I went from ridin' 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 ain't
And I'mma do me anyway,
I'm from New York City

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

[Verse 2:
We went from to elephant guns
Small pistols on Gynsills - shorties, cheeba, big forties
back in the 'hood - good, nigga, good
Retrievin' every bill, grabbin' my wood
You know we at nighttime
Call us the pumpers
Who run up on these niggas like
The arsonists and good
That means the wares is amazing - assignment, baby, '89
through hallways, big laundry bags
Four Ks - handle them niggas, now jam
Fuck they gon' do with no You might as well be a bum
Cause you could never the money team
We faces, flash bracelets, that's the basic
Don't get smacked in your mouth with 45
Yeah, the jungle brothers rollin' 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 grainy rock - war on the petty block
Back-to-back
Now we drink liquor, drinkin' back-to-back
No, we ain't this
Spades hand, aces - out of town
Luck's all Vegas - herb shit,
I graduated from the street life
Said my rhyme on a jail phone, recordedly
I been shot niggas 14
I've been to war, - got guns from Fort Greene
I exorted - I was the re-up man
I the orders, nigga - P.A.P.I. gave the orders, nigga
King flow, used to get coke Domingo
Get up in the old folks' home, he's playin'
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 very
Please pardon my aggression, but move my vision
With that bullshit you spittin', you talkin' my off
You my vibe, you forcin' my iron off my belt
I'm myself to be chill
Listen to them journalists, get killed
They ain't never this life, and no near nothin' 'bout it
They hide behind aliases and talk
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 they I would die already, but I'm very dope
I'm so cold, you should get your February
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