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 them lil' niggas takin' their life away
I heard a couple lil' niggas got life
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or christ
She on her knees so she know what it's 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 in the hood, put your ice away
They locked rick ross up and 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 confederate flag in his
Let him sit there and rot 'til his turns to bones
Just remember who casted the stone
New york, New york, good LA
Say hi to the Chi, to the Bay
No hesitation like steph, shoot it right in your
Cause I'm a golden state 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 just never make sense bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, traffic today
trappin' today just like back in the day
We like records, we packagin' yay
And that dirty sprite 2 slappin' today
We got these niggas boxed in like clay
And my feregammo belt where ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too many blacks
I wake up in the like who gon' pass away?
Who gon' today? who gon' have to pray?"
New york, New
Good morning LA my nigga haze blew him and his away