Luyện nghe bài hát New York (Ya Out there?)

If you was born in New york City let me say "You know that"
YOU KNOW

Aiyyo, once upon a rhyme where the sets, you see stress
Streets a matter of life and death, no
Life's a test, strife, wit effects
Neighbourhood's full of reps, cities are
Where the young cadets get stripes the vets
And quest to be the next, to finess
Collect debts and bets with death threats
- Chedder, better your total net
Where trends are set from to express the outfits
Friends get wet tryin' to make connect
to check, boulevards to sweat
The smell of gunsmoke common than cigarettes
WE GOT clicks for
WE LIKE for pets
WE GOT Giants and Jets, the Knicks, and Mets
WE much respect and sex extra wet
And High-Tech you ain't catch yet

(The
Ya out
No

Ya out there)

Aiyyo, we got blocks and with
Big shots big knots and big props
Yo this is the bullshit stops
Where get got
If you you get shot
We get down and leave the town in a state of
WE GOT hang out spots and slick cops
Place called Riker's Island where get locked
A lotta gear to rock with of clothes shops
are top notch, this is the place to buy
So the box the radio station is hot
Ease mind staring at skylines from rooftops
Flip for chips
And new of the lot
Quick to call a shot, pollitic thick plots
And the Garden of against the sea that we got
To make the core of the big apple don't rot
Where seeings believing we be a lot
disc jocks created hip hop, check it out

(Queens
Ya out
No

No
New York
Island
New york new
Island
New
Ya out there)

Aiyo, we got five of ghettos
amny places to meet, you get lost in city streets
The that never sleeps
Mecca ? Medina the increase
The and the oasis, New York, the far east
With gods and
amazons for weeks
Player dons that fleece the black sheep
Icons that that we all act unique
We got to reach so we all have to eat
A of peeps, with they own masterpiece
The crafts elite, we past the beat
The latest no other place get as deep
Who parks some of the worlds greatest athletes
DJs and MCs and graffiti
Who use and subway trains for marquees
We go to b-boys, breakdancing, breakbeats
And it'll never cease and on that
We say