Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

[Hook: Troy
Aye yo, is hard, but we get through it
And even it's crimes involved, we had to do 'em
By any means, Malcolm X marks the
I from ridin' bikes 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 and she sure ain't pretty
And I'mma do me anyway,
Cause I'm from New City

1: Troy Ave]
I bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
A prodigy when it come to drug deals
In New York I get money
Dirty cash my matte black Jeep
I used to skip out on
from givin' no dough to given limos to get to shows
Either way I'm driven - shit shows
Spit flows like Bō, hoes, got a Master Rolex watch above my Mo'
Drinkin' champagne out the
Young Crisco, pop it, hop in, politic, ditto
Same niggas "time to get this money"
They've been the same niggas sayin' for years, still hungry
New discussion: New York artists be southern
The city's lost, so find themselves frontin'
It was Big, Jay Z, now Troy after
But Kendrick just a weirdo rapper

[Verse 2:
We went from to elephant guns
Small pistols on Gynsills - little shorties, cheeba, big
Sittin' in the 'hood - good, nigga, good
Retrievin' dollar bill, grabbin' my wood
You know we specialists at
Call us the poisonous
Who run up on these niggas Nightline
The and good vines
That means the wares is - assignment, baby, since '89
through hallways, big laundry bags
Four Ks - them niggas, now jam niggas
Fuck gon' do with no CREAM? You might as well be a bum
Cause you never represent the money team
We smash faces, bracelets, that's the basic
Don't get smacked in your mouth 45 razors
Yeah, the jungle rollin' with all coverage
Get 'em Troy - What? 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
Back-to-back
Now we liquor, drinkin' back-to-back cases
No, we erase this
Spades hand, - out of town papers
Luck's all Vegas - herb shit,
I graduated from the life accordingly
my first rhyme on a jail phone, recordedly
I been niggas since 14
been to war, mean - got guns from Fort Greene
I niggas - I was the re-up 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 bingo
He it for 10, but I got him for cinco
Safe in the ceiling, the guns under the sink

[Verse 4:
The life and of a New York Nigga, we very different
Please pardon my aggression, but move my vision
With that you spittin', you talkin' my high off
You blowin' my vibe, you my iron off my belt
I'm forcin' to be chill
Listen to them journalists, get killed
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 they wish I would die already, but I'm very dope
I'm so cold, you should get your coat
NY shit, you niggas got warm hearts
No offense, but I'll tear you
No matter which part of the map you reppin', get your