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
Ridin' down in a taxi
Hang a right at
a little too swift, Jo
Let me out, I'm gonna walk from on
Here's bucks, you drive like a moron
in the apple and I'm all alone

'Cause New not my home

If the, in the just illin with a forty in a brown bag
I'm seein' and also fags
I see a set of nice legs within my
But a fuckin' transvestite
Walkin' in the
Now I'm trippin' and I'm like
But I another 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 are knockin' to the cool Kid Rockin'
Has got your girl
Take a pill young man, close your flap
'Cause the Piston Joe, I'm goin' back to back
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 then Long Jon Silver

I don't dress up or try to look
Instead I rock the in every major city
the tip of Maine to the coast of Cali
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, like a freak show
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 up, ill check this fact
mother fuckers pay over two fifty for a big mac
Congested, overcrowded, cya, I'm

New York's not my home