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 their life away
I heard a lil' niggas got life today
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or christ
She on her knees so she know what it's like to
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 locked rick ross up and they ain't 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 body turns to
Just remember who casted the stone
New york, New york, mornin' LA
Say hi to the Chi, to the Bay
No like steph, shoot it right in your face
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
shit just never make sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's traffic
Niggas trappin' today just back in the day
We roc-a-fella records, we packagin' yay
And that dirty sprite 2 shit today
We got these niggas boxed in like cassius
And my belt where that ratchet stay
Cause the police killing too many blacks
I wake up in the morning like who gon' pass
Who gon' blast who gon' have to pray?"
New york, New
Good morning LA my nigga haze blew him and his away