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

to New York to cut my first LP
Ridin' down in a taxi
Hang a right at
Just a too swift, Jo
Let me out, I'm gonna from here on
Here's four bucks, you drive like a
Lost in the apple and I'm all

New York's not my home

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

'Cause New York's not my

Now, but now if sounds are knockin' to the cool Kid Rockin'
Has got your jockin'
Take a chill pill young man, your flap
like the Piston Joe, I'm goin' back to back
With a track, uh, that's just too
I got my packed and a fifth of Jim Beam
Only and my name ain't Wilbur
But I pull more then Long Jon Silver

I don't dress up or try to look
I rock the house in every major city
From the tip of to the coast of Cali
I get down and I in the valley
Can't say I'm the Bronx or Brookland zones

New York's not my home

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

'Cause New York's not my