Luyện nghe bài hát New York New York

Lloyd Intro-
Hey...
Eh yo ??Hash??...
You did it again...

Banks Chorus-
Don't talk tough talk unless you walk the
we grimey we we New York New York
Let's around here they don't care about cord
You take a pack and bring it don't come up short
'cause any day can be day so don't play
Yay got the Yay got that Mufuckin AK
You scared get the out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys play

Banks Verse-
Yeah..
Now i play Sac's or pull a rabbit out a hat
but i back and blow your bladder out your back
take that, i you lil' niggaz how to rap
i'm crack, snowy white powder on the track
i 50 i was gon' take it to the top
get close and get popped hot bacon out the pot
and my goons are loony they'll strip you naked on the
ain't nobody scared in Jamaica but the cops
and of cops, you bitches better stop squealin'
and if i get knocked, lay bread on your head by the million
call up the Laden's have 'um Taliban the

Lloyd Banks
Don't talk tough talk unless you walk the
we we dirty we New York New York
Let's ball here they don't care about cord
You take a pack and bring it back don't up short
'cause any day can be your day so play
Yay got the Yay Fame got Mufuckin AK
You scared get the out the way
And pray, G-Unit boys don't play

Lloyd Banks
Uh..
I roll up 'cause this a up, ain't nuttin' funny
smilin', and be the reason at the crime palon
don't complain, and die over a
bang bang, gang green gang
you know me, slippers and baggy sweats
i a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff
all the haters sidelinin' and they mad he
'cause i got the with the fatties yes
i thumpin', talkin', fuck stuntin'
be repeated dumpin' if my finger push the button
uh, for bluffin', head for nuthin'
you can him, it don't matter the vehicle's custom

Banks Chorus-
Don't talk tough unless you walk the walk
we grimey we dirty we New New York
Let's ball around here they don't care cord
You take a and bring it back don't come up short
'cause any day can be your day so play
Yay got the Yay Fame got that AK
You scared get the out the way
And pray, them G-Unit don't play

Tony Verse-
Yo..
I'm from New New York i'd die for the cheese
i air your out like a can of Febreeze
at ease, ease up soldier, i up in a Rover
clack, your whole life over
bakin' in your work, they gon' buy it, nope
'cause them fiends gettin' tired of that coke
i'm back baby, mad hyped like a baby
ask Slim Shady, my crack crazy, YEAH!

Lloyd Chorus-
Don't talk tough talk you walk the walk
we grimey we dirty we New York New
ball around here they don't care about cord
You take a pack and bring it back don't come up
'cause any day can be your day so play
Yay got the Yay Fame got that AK
You get the fuck out the way
And pray, G-Unit boys don't play

GOD DAYUUUMMM..!!!