Luyện nghe bài hát New York (remix)

Turn the beat up,

New york, New york, up LA
hi to the Chi, let's get right today
I heard them lil' niggas takin' life away
I heard a couple lil' got life today
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or today?
She on her knees so she know what like to pray
She got religious so she it twice 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 locked rick ross up and they ain't give him no
But a cracker shoot a church up and it's "oh well"
Oh well, oh
Hang him with a confederate flag in his
Let him sit there and rot his body turns to bones
remember 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 in your face
I'm a golden state warrior strapped with a K
How's it of the free, when we're trapped in a cage?
Some shit never make sense like magic and aids
Some shit just make sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's traffic
Niggas today just like back 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 clay
And my feregammo belt where that ratchet
Cause the police 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 nigga haze him and his wife away