Luyện nghe bài hát New York Giants

Oh
yeah
Oh
Oh

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

This is for my twenty-five to life bidders, pork rice eaters
New York, New York, ice rockin' wife beaters
We the truth, don't let yo' dead be the proof
Leave your 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 refers to ya parent
The spirit's born, to bring light to the dawn
Made right you starrin' from night to the mornin'
Plus the light that give light to
Or how you want it I got what 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
the alliance
South Bronx, Brook-lawn
New Giants, c'mon
'em brainless
Hit 'em with the
the world's, world's, world's famous!

violence!
Form the
South Bronx, Brook-lawn
New Giants
Leave 'em
Hit 'em the stainless
the world's, 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
Like believe me, my Squad get busy if you try to diss me
Cock the glitzy give you one word to 'Pac and Biggie
my committee ain't 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 your own Heat by all means if this was L.A., I'd be a O.G.

Set off the
Form the
South Bronx, nigga
New York
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 about some, fuck that! nigga, you know 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 niggaz
And cats from Puerto Rico, screamin' out, "Perrico!"

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

You want seven one Terror Squad
Danze
Fam
soldier!

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

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

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