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 today
I heard them niggas takin' their life away
I heard a couple lil' got life today
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or today?
She on her knees so she know it's like to pray
She got religious so she doin' it a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice
you got money on yo head it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood, put ice away
locked 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 flag in his
Let him sit and rot 'til his body turns to bones
Just remember who casted the first
New york, New york, good LA
Say hi to the Chi, to the Bay
No like steph, shoot it right in your face
Cause I'm a golden state warrior strapped a K
How's it land of the free, we're trapped in a cage?
Some shit just never sense like magic and aids
Some shit just make sense like bashin' the gays
Obama must be in the city, it's traffic
trappin' today just like back in the day
We roc-a-fella records, we packagin' yay
And that dirty sprite 2 shit slappin'
We got these niggas boxed in like cassius
And my belt where that ratchet stay
the police killing too many blacks today
I wake up in the morning who gon' pass away?
Who gon' blast today? who gon' to pray?"
New york, New
Good LA my nigga haze blew him and his wife away