Luyện nghe bài hát New York Giants

Oh
Yeah
Oh
Oh

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

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

I'm proof, that's perfect percentage
Since birth I inherit the gift to spit a verse that to ya parent
The born, here to bring light to the dawn
Made right you starrin' from night to the mornin'
the light that give light to Muhammad
Or Christ how you want it I got you need
From God to the streets, motherfucker 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
'em brainless
Hit 'em the stainless
the world's, world's, world's famous!

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

I death to your front door like an escort from Hell
Or ring the like you wanna just talk, and just rock your world
gotta believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me
Cock the glitzy give you one back to 'Pac and Biggie
my committee ain't only known for the flowin'
Put holes in your colon send you rollin' like when you're bowlin'

A perfect strike, let me show 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 Supernatural [incomprehensible] turn 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 the stainless
the world's, world's, world's famous!

Form the
B.X.

B.K.

I breaks the world off a bang
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

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

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

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 blame you, you switched your game plan
When you found out your main man was named
Nigga, I'm with anger!
You fuckin' a hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in danger

First style
All the way out
Bang,
Bang,
'Til your brains out