Luyện nghe bài hát New York (remix)

Turn the beat up,

New york, New york, up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, let's get today
I heard them lil' 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 religious so she doin' it a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice
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 up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole 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 first
New york, New york, good LA
Say hi to the Chi, to the Bay
No hesitation like steph, it right in your face
Cause I'm a golden state warrior with a K
How's it of the free, when we're trapped in a cage?
Some shit just never make like magic and aids
Some shit just never sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's today
Niggas trappin' today just like in the day
We like roc-a-fella records, we yay
And that dirty sprite 2 shit today
We got these niggas in like cassius clay
And my feregammo belt where that stay
Cause the police killing too many today
I wake up in the morning like who pass away?
Who gon' blast who gon' have to pray?"
New york, New
morning LA my nigga haze blew him and his wife away