Luyện nghe bài hát New York (remix)

Turn the beat up,

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