Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

[Hook: Troy
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
Wasn't no stress for me, feel pity
Life is a bitch and she ain't pretty
And do me anyway, nigga
I'm from New York City

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

[Verse 2:
We from Uzis to elephant guns
Small pistols on Gynsills - little shorties, cheeba, big
back in the 'hood - good, nigga, good
Retrievin' dollar bill, grabbin' my wood
You know we specialists at
Call us the pumpers
Who run up on these like Nightline
The arsonists and good
That the wares is amazing - 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 never represent the money
We smash faces, flash bracelets, the basic
Don't get smacked in your with 45 razors
Yeah, the jungle brothers rollin' all coverage
Get 'em young - What? He fucked with us

3: N.O.R.E.]
You know how I steady rock - New City bop
Used to slang rock - war on the petty block
Back-to-back
Now we drink liquor, drinkin' back-to-back
No, we erase this
Spades hand, - out of town papers
Luck's all Vegas - shit, Avis
I graduated from the street life
my first rhyme on a jail phone, recordedly
I shot niggas since 14
I've been to war, mean - got guns from Fort
I exorted niggas - I was the man
I the orders, nigga - P.A.P.I. gave the orders, nigga
King flow, to get coke from Domingo
Get up in the old folks' home, he's playin'
He it for 10, but I got him for cinco
in the ceiling, the guns under the sink flow

[Verse 4:
The life and times of a New Nigga, we very different
pardon my aggression, but move from my vision
With that bullshit you spittin', you my high off
You blowin' my vibe, you my iron off my belt
I'm myself to be chill
Listen to journalists, get yourself killed
They ain't never lived this life, and no nothin' 'bout it
They hide behind aliases and rowdy
From a MacBook, fuck a blog, dawg
If I see you in the you'll be shook
Like a martini - I they tired of me
I they 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 hearts
No offense, but I'll tear you
No matter which of the map you reppin', get your weapon