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 at 25th
a little too swift, Jo
Let me out, I'm gonna walk here on
Here's bucks, you drive like a moron
in the apple and I'm all alone

'Cause New York's not my

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 my site
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

'Cause New York's not my

Now, but now if your sounds are knockin' to the Kid Rockin'
Has got your jockin'
Take a chill pill young man, close flap
'Cause like the Piston Joe, I'm goin' back to
With a track, uh, just too clean
I got my pistol packed and a fifth of Jim
Only nineteen and my name Wilbur
But I pull more hoes then Jon Silver

I don't dress up or try to pretty
Instead I rock the house in every major
the tip of Maine to the coast of Cali
I get and I yodel 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 hookers try to pop weak
So I walk with a limp when I pimp
Or co-mack hoes if I'm illin with the Beast Crew
It's pickin' up, ill check this
mother fuckers pay over two fifty for a big mac
Congested, overcrowded, cya, I'm

New York's not my home