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
Hang a right at
a little too swift, Jo
Let me out, I'm gonna from here on
Here's four bucks, you like a moron
Lost in the apple and I'm all

'Cause New not my home

If the, in the just 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 transvestite
Walkin' in the
Now I'm trippin' and I'm blown
But I take another sip and say to 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 Kid Rockin'
Has got your girl
Take a pill young man, close your flap
'Cause like the Piston Joe, I'm goin' to back
With a track, uh, that's too clean
I got my pistol packed and a of Jim Beam
Only nineteen and my name ain't
But I pull more then Long Jon Silver

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

'Cause New not my home

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

New York's not my home