Luyện nghe bài hát New York (remix)

Turn the up, yeah

New york, New york, up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, get right today
I heard them lil' takin' their life away
I heard a couple lil' niggas got today
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or today?
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' dice
When you got money on yo head it's a to pay
And it get in the hood, put your ice away
They rick ross up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church up and "oh well"
Oh well, oh
Hang him with a confederate in his cell
Let him sit there and rot his body turns to bones
Just remember who casted the first
New york, New york, mornin' LA
Say hi to the Chi, to the Bay
No hesitation like steph, it right in your face
Cause I'm a state warrior strapped with a K
How's it land of the free, when we're in a cage?
Some shit just never sense like magic and aids
Some shit just never make sense like the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's today
Niggas trappin' just like back in the day
We like roc-a-fella records, we yay
And that dirty 2 shit slappin' today
We got niggas boxed in like cassius clay
And my feregammo belt where ratchet stay
the police killing too many blacks today
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 haze blew him and his wife away