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

[Verse 1: Ave]
I break bread, ribs, hundred bills
A young prodigy when it to drug deals
In New York I get blood
Dirty cash bought my black Jeep
I used to skip out on
Went from givin' no dough to given to get to shows
Either way I'm - this 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,
niggas sayin' "time to get this money"
They've been the same niggas that for years, still hungry
New discussion: New York artists be southern
The city's lost, so out-of-towners find themselves
It was Big, Jay Z, now Troy here
But Kendrick Lamar's just a rapper

[Verse 2:
We went from Uzis to guns
pistols on Gynsills - little shorties, cheeba, big forties
Sittin' back in the - good, nigga, good
every dollar bill, grabbin' my wood
You know we specialists at
us the poisonous pumpers
Who run up on niggas like Nightline
The arsonists and vines
That means the is amazing - assignment, baby, since '89
through hallways, big laundry bags
Four Ks - handle niggas, now jam niggas
Fuck they do with no CREAM? You might as well be a bum
Cause you could never the money team
We smash faces, flash bracelets, the basic
get smacked in your mouth with 45 razors
Yeah, the jungle brothers rollin' all coverage
Get 'em young - What? He fucked with us

3: N.O.R.E.]
You how I steady rock - New York City bop
Used to slang rock - war on the petty block
cases
Now we liquor, drinkin' back-to-back cases
No, we ain't erase
Spades hand, - out of town papers
Luck's all Vegas - shit, Avis
I graduated from the life accordingly
my first rhyme on a jail phone, recordedly
I been niggas since 14
I've to war, mean - got guns from Fort Greene
I exorted niggas - I was the man
I gave the orders, - P.A.P.I. gave the orders, nigga
flow, used to get coke from Domingo
Get up in the old home, he's playin' bingo
He sold it for 10, but I got him for
in the ceiling, the guns under the sink flow

[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
ain't never lived this life, and no near nothin' 'bout it
They hide aliases and talk rowdy
From a MacBook, fuck a blog, dawg
If I see you in the flesh you'll be
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
NY shit, you niggas got warm hearts
No offense, but I'll you apart
No matter part of the map you reppin', get your weapon