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

New York's not my home

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

New York's not my home

Now, but now if your sounds are knockin' to the Kid Rockin'
Has got girl 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 too clean
I got my pistol and a fifth of Jim Beam
Only nineteen and my name Wilbur
But I pull more then Long Jon Silver

I dress up or try to look pretty
I rock the house in every major city
From the tip of Maine to the coast of
I get down and I in the valley
say I'm from the Bronx or Brookland zones

'Cause New not my home

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

New York's not my home