Luyện nghe bài hát New York New York Freestyle

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

uh wit me
who wit me?
[nobody 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 rollie on it, homie you can't hear it
an trust nobody,
crib stupid, living room big as a hotel

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

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

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

back to in them Ghosts, back to business I'm focused
talking I fell off, whole career I been coastin'
puttin' up numbers like LeBron on
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
'cuz I can roll a and take my ass to sleep

my is money so I don't 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 Twitter, see me out but don't say shit

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

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

Sucka. Broke boy, bread right
nigga. Bad bitch, watcha head like
six shots and its over. spilling Deu-ce the sofa
havin' conversations with 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 deez rap is lame
they all wearing all dressin' the same
all rocking Cubans, got the same chain
jus' no creativity nah a damn shame

Born in the O just in you ain't know
but raised in the A, 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 that shit
baby moms start trippin', don'tchu dat bitch
I got the fade with the waves, don't get sea
Louie loafers with the linen on my laid back

I'm

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