Luyện nghe bài hát New York Giants

Oh
Yeah
Oh
Oh

c'mon
Uhh, yeah yeah, this is the motherfuckin' uncut
Long comin', ya heard?
M.O.P., Big Punisher, c'mon
gon' do?
Terror
Bronx, collabo'
Yo, yo, yo
Ya me?

This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, fried rice eaters
New York, New York, ice rockin' wife beaters
We the truth, don't let yo' dead body be the
Leave your rottin' with holes and I don't mean ya tooth

I'm hundred proof, that's percentage
Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that refers to ya
The spirit's born, here to bring light to the
right where you starrin' from night to the mornin'
Plus the light that give to Muhammad
Or Christ how you want it I got you need
From God to the streets, c'mon you talkin' to me

Big Pun! The papichulo out to you
do your own crap, hunchback, like Quasimodo

Set off the
the alliance
South Bronx, nigga
New Giants, c'mon
Leave 'em
Hit 'em with the
It's the world's, world's, famous!

violence!
Form the
Bronx, Brook-lawn pa-pa
New York
Leave 'em
Hit 'em with the
the world's, world's, world's famous!

I bring death to your door like an escort from Hell
Or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and rock your world
Like gotta me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me
Cock the give you one back word to 'Pac and Biggie
'Cause my committee only known for the flowin'
Put they holes in your send you rollin' like when you're bowlin'

A strike, let me show y'all niggaz what I learned from Ike
I hurt your wife, put the strife ass in the earth aight? I'm shootin' at you And that's off the top like Supernatural [incomprehensible] his Moves to statue like Medusa was lookin' at you clap you with your own Heat by all means if this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin' O.G.

Set off the
Form the
South Bronx, nigga
New Giants
Leave 'em
Hit 'em with the
It's the world's, world's, famous!

Form the
B.X.

B.K.

I breaks the off with a bang
How some, fuck that! Look nigga, you know the name
It's the one slash, one eight, slash
M dot O dot P dot, family dot

Boogie down, Brooklyn, you
the fuck back, before I get Big Pun to earth-slam you
I rep for my block niggaz
And cats from Puerto Rico, screamin' out, "Perrico!"

Yep, this nigga strike, I've survived mad fights
Lil' Fame, brain, to fill your gigabytes
out on machines with loud pipes
Nigga bytes, six-double-oh's, and you watch your

You want seven one eight Squad
William
Fam
soldier!

I'm not a killer, I pop a lot
Grew up in Brownsville, in a brownstone, by a lot
Stance got, my mind, my body, and my

I don't blame you, you your game plan
When you found out your main man was named
Nigga, I'm with anger!
You fuckin' with a soldier, Code Red your life is in danger

family style
All the way out
Bang,
Bang,
'Til your hang out