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' niggas takin' their away
I heard a couple lil' got life today
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or today?
She on her knees so she what it's like to pray
She got so she doin' it twice a day
I up, no I ain't throwin' dice 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 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 flag in his cell
Let him sit there and rot his body turns to bones
Just remember who the first stone
New york, New york, mornin' LA
Say hi to the Chi, to the Bay
No hesitation like steph, shoot it right in your
Cause I'm a state warrior strapped with a K
How's it land of the free, when trapped in a cage?
Some shit just never make like magic and aids
Some shit never make sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's traffic
Niggas trappin' just like back in the day
We like roc-a-fella records, we yay
And that dirty sprite 2 shit slappin'
We got these boxed in like cassius clay
And my feregammo belt that ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too many today
I wake up in the like who gon' pass away?
Who gon' today? who gon' have to pray?"
New york, New
morning LA my nigga haze blew him and his wife away