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 York to cut my LP
down Broadway in a taxi
Hang a right at
a little too swift, Jo
Let me out, I'm gonna walk here on
four bucks, you drive like a moron
Lost in the apple and I'm all

'Cause New York's not my

If the, in the village illin with a forty in a brown bag
I'm freaks and also fags
I see a set of legs within my site
But it's a fuckin'
Walkin' in the
Now I'm trippin' and I'm like
But I take another sip and say to his own
get distant Detroit 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 girl jockin'
Take a chill pill man, close your flap
'Cause like the Piston Joe, I'm goin' back to
a track, uh, that's just too clean
I got my pistol and a fifth 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 house in every city
From the tip of to the coast of Cali
I get down and I in the valley
Can't say I'm from the Bronx or Brookland

New York's not my home

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

'Cause New York's not my