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
down Broadway 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 a moron
Lost in the apple and I'm all

'Cause New York's not my

If the, in the just illin with a forty in a brown bag
I'm seein' freaks and fags
I see a set of nice legs my site
But a fuckin' transvestite
in the daylight
Now I'm trippin' and I'm like
But I take another sip and say to his own
He'd get distant Detroit but I'll leave him

'Cause New York's not my

Now, but now if your are knockin' to the cool Kid Rockin'
Has got girl jockin'
Take a chill young man, close your flap
'Cause the Piston Joe, I'm goin' back to back
a track, uh, that's just too clean
I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim
nineteen and my name ain't Wilbur
But I pull more hoes then Long Jon

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

New York's not my home

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

'Cause New York's not my