Luyện nghe bài hát New York New York Freestyle

shout out to my Uncle
what up
up [Crow?]
I see you my

uh wit me
who wit me?
[nobody fuckin' wichyou nigga, do ya Bow]

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Uh

it's Mister 106, Mister yo bitch, ain't I sick
got this stupid wrist, rollie on it, homie you can't hear it tick
an trust nobody,
crib stupid, living room big as a lobby

protege is deez boys got me confused
'cause I ain't nuffin' like other 26 year old dudes
see I done sold more records, done fucked bitches
been in the game the longest and I'm still the

Did the wit Madonna, shit the boy been hot
I Like my hoes tall and thick just tube socks
they gotta a thang for this young nigga here
gettin' sex on the jet, blowin' in da air

I up the Griffin
Ferarri California with the whole top
and chain glistenin, ballin' like a Piston
now we out at Starlets ima dummy wit the money, I be goin'

back to back in Ghosts, back to business I'm focused
niggas talking I off, whole career I been coastin'
puttin' up numbers like LeBron on
ova BET I'm on my grind my niggas

me and Bart in the Jeep, pulled off with two
heading to the crib, hopin' we beat
but you can let me know now, keep it G
'cuz I can roll a blunt and take my ass to

my time is money so I waste it
I stay to myself 'cuz niggas be on the shit
that fake far from av-er-age I'm great bitch
sending shots through Twitter, see me out but don't say

my homie da weapon so my hands stay clean
hard to stuff 25 G's in ya jeans
and thats a four fifty-eight that is not a sixty
big difference, you boys is not fucking with me

I'ont unless Bart say the money is good
I need off top, let's get that understood
money err'where, Jordans I got err' pair
and I'm always in the night spot, why you be there?

Sucka. Broke boy, bread right
Fuck nigga. Bad bitch, watcha head
six and its over. spilling Deu-ce allova the sofa
while havin' conversations Hova

we was ova in the UK
watching the at B show, we was backstage
you know how bosses
top floor at the W, that's where stay

swear to God, half of deez rap is lame
all wearing leather all dressin' the same
all Cubans, niggas got the same chain
jus' no creativity nah that's a damn

Born in the O just in you ain't know
but in the A, shout out to zone 4
I got a girl and she bad, as hell
big ole ass K Michelle

when ya kush get low, don'tchu hate shit
baby start trippin', don'tchu hate dat bitch
I got the with the waves, don't get sea sick
Louie loafers with the linen on my back shit

I'm

Aye nigga that Bow Wow App, fuck that I'm promoting nigga, I know [fades out]