Luyện nghe bài hát New York (remix)

Turn the up, yeah

New york, New york, up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right
I heard them lil' niggas takin' their life
I a couple lil' niggas got life today
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or christ
She on her knees so she know what it's to pray
She got religious so she doin' it a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' today
When you got on yo head it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood, put your ice
They rick ross 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 confederate flag in his
Let him sit there and rot 'til his turns to bones
Just who casted the first stone
New york, New york, mornin' LA
Say hi to the Chi, to the Bay
No hesitation steph, shoot it right in your face
Cause I'm a golden state strapped with a K
it land 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 traffic
Niggas today just like back in the day
We like records, we packagin' yay
And that dirty 2 shit slappin' today
We got niggas boxed in like cassius clay
And my feregammo belt where that ratchet
Cause the police too many blacks today
I up in the morning like who gon' pass away?
Who gon' blast who gon' have to pray?"
New york, New
Good morning LA my haze blew him and his wife away