Luyện nghe bài hát New York Giants

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Yeah
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Oh

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

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

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

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

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

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

I bring 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 word to 'Pac and Biggie
'Cause my committee only known for the flowin'
Put they holes in your colon send you like when you're bowlin'

A perfect strike, let me 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] turn his Moves to statue like Medusa was lookin' at you you with your 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
It's the world's, world's, famous!

Form the
B.X.

B.K.

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

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

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

You want one eight Terror Squad
Danze
Fam
soldier!

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

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 hooded soldier, Code Red your life is in

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