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
a right at 25th
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

New York's not my home

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

'Cause New not my home

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

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

'Cause New not my home

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

'Cause New York's not my