Luyện nghe bài hát New York (remix)

Turn the beat up,

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