Luyện nghe bài hát New York (remix)

Turn the up, yeah

New york, New york, up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, get right today
I them lil' niggas takin' their life away
I heard a couple lil' niggas got life
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or christ
She on her so she know what it's like to pray
She got religious so she it twice a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice
you got money on yo head it's a price to pay
And it get in the hood, put your ice away
They locked rick up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker a whole church up and it's "oh well"
Oh well, oh
Hang him with a flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot his body turns to bones
remember who casted the first stone
New york, New york, mornin' LA
Say hi to the Chi, to the Bay
No hesitation like steph, shoot it right in face
Cause I'm a golden warrior strapped with a K
How's it land of the free, when we're in a cage?
Some shit just never make sense magic and aids
Some shit never make sense like bashin' the gays
must be in the city, it's traffic today
Niggas today just like back in the day
We like roc-a-fella records, we yay
And that sprite 2 shit slappin' today
We got these niggas boxed in cassius clay
And my belt where that ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too many today
I up in the morning like who gon' pass away?
Who blast today? who gon' have to pray?"
New york, New
Good LA my nigga haze blew him and his wife away