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

'Cause New not my home

If the, in the village just illin with a in a brown bag
I'm seein' freaks and also
I see a set of nice legs my site
But it's a fuckin'
in the daylight
Now I'm and I'm like blown
But I another sip and say to each his own
get distant Detroit but I'll leave him alone

'Cause New not my home

Now, but now if your sounds are knockin' to the Kid Rockin'
Has got girl jockin'
Take a chill pill young man, close your
'Cause like the Piston Joe, I'm back to back
With a track, uh, that's just too
I got my pistol packed and a of Jim Beam
Only nineteen and my ain't Wilbur
But I pull more hoes then Jon Silver

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

'Cause New not my home

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

'Cause New York's not my