Luyện nghe bài hát New York's Not My Home

Oh no, oh no, we go now
Oh no, oh no, we go now
Oh no, oh no, we go now
Oh no

Went to New to cut my first LP
Ridin' Broadway in a taxi
Hang a right at
a little too swift, Jo
Let me out, I'm gonna walk here on
Here's bucks, you drive like a moron
Lost in the apple and I'm all

'Cause New not my home

If the, in the village just illin a forty in a brown bag
I'm seein' and also fags
I see a set of nice legs within my
But it's a fuckin'
Walkin' in the
Now I'm trippin' and I'm blown
But I take sip and say to each his own
He'd get distant Detroit but leave him alone

'Cause New York's not my

Now, but now if your sounds are knockin' to the cool Kid
Has got your girl
Take a chill pill young man, close flap
'Cause like the Joe, I'm goin' back to back
With a track, uh, just too clean
I got my pistol and a fifth of Jim Beam
Only nineteen and my name ain't
But I more hoes then Long Jon Silver

I don't dress up or try to pretty
Instead I rock the house in major city
From the tip of Maine to the of Cali
I get down and I yodel in the
Can't say I'm from the Bronx or zones

'Cause New not my home

After Eighth Ave in the forty deuce, it's a freak show
A lot of try to pop that weak
So I walk with a limp I pimp through
Or co-mack those hoes if I'm illin with the Beast
It's pickin' up, ill check fact
These mother fuckers pay two fifty for a big mac
Congested, overcrowded, cya, I'm

'Cause New York's not my