Luyện nghe bài hát New York New York Freestyle

shout out to my Uncle
up [Dav?]
What up
I see you my

uh wit me
who wit me?
fuckin' wichyou nigga, do ya thang Bow]

[Freestyle begins, No

Uh

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

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

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

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

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

me and Bart in the Jeep, pulled off two freaks
heading back to the crib, hopin' we
but you can let me know now, just it G
I can roll a blunt and take my ass to sleep

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

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

I'ont move unless Bart say the is good
I half off top, let's get that understood
money err'where, Jordans I got err' pair
and I'm always in the spot, why you don't be there?

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

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

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

in the O just in case you ain't know
but raised in the A, shout out to 4
I got a and she bad, fine as hell
big ole ass like K

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

I'm

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