Luyện nghe bài hát New York Giants

Oh
Yeah
Oh
Oh

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

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

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

Big Pun! The out to screw you
Bastards do your own crap, hunchback, Quasimodo

Set off the
Form the
South Bronx, Brook-lawn
New Giants, c'mon
Leave 'em
Hit 'em with the
the world's, world's, world's famous!

violence!
Form the
South Bronx, pa-pa
New York
'em brainless
Hit 'em with the
the world's, world's, world's famous!

I bring death to your front door like an escort Hell
Or ring the bell like you wanna just talk, and just rock world
Like gotta believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to 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 colon you rollin' like when you're bowlin'

A perfect strike, let me show y'all niggaz what I 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] turn his Moves to statue like Medusa was lookin' at you clap you with own Heat by all means if this was L.A., I'd be a motherfuckin' O.G.

Set off the
the alliance
South Bronx, Brook-lawn
New York
Leave 'em
Hit 'em with the
the world's, world's, world's famous!

Form the
B.X.

B.K.

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

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

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

You want seven one eight Squad
Danze
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 out your main man was named Danze
Nigga, I'm with anger!
You fuckin' with a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in

First style
All the way out
Bang,
Bang,
your brains hang out