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' Broadway in a taxi
Hang a at 25th
a little too swift, Jo
Let me out, I'm gonna walk here on
four 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 illin 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 blown
But I take another sip and say to his own
He'd get distant but I'll leave him alone

'Cause New not my home

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 pistol packed and a fifth of Jim
Only and my name ain't Wilbur
But I more hoes then Long Jon Silver

I don't up or try to look pretty
Instead I 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 York's not my

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

'Cause New not my home