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 walk from here on
four bucks, you drive like a moron
Lost in the apple and I'm all

'Cause New York's not my

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

New York's not my home

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

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

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 when I pimp
Or co-mack those hoes if I'm illin with the Beast
It's pickin' up, ill check fact
These fuckers pay over two fifty for a big mac
Congested, overcrowded, cya, I'm

'Cause New York's not my