Luyện nghe bài hát Now Y

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo
Yeah, yeah, yo, trapacanti, yo

When I walk these streets, like bamboo I'm
Get your brain tapped by forty-four caliber
It ain't like that, gotta learn to relax
If I let the gun clap, you have no wish, on your ass

If you see at cat without his hangin' by his neck
Then LA it, I'm tryin' to see this Benz six-hundred
a fly bitch, a gat and cognac gettin' blunted
Readin' the tablet of my money from the kids I fronted
You don't want it, shootin' slugs an armored green lex
From pounds that fuck you up like a plane wreck
Don't gamble a tech, car is quicker than the eye

My style, top secret the Bosnian spy
Now Y, New have you laced in chalk
The South Bronx, you thought when we let are guns talk?
bloodsport, the Darkman call it like he sees
Been in buildings, doin' eighty in a M3
Medallion on linx, costin' 'bout ten G's
N.Y.C., where killas bust at me

I walk these streets, like bamboo I'm strapped
Get your brain tapped by caliber gats
It ain't like that, cats gotta learn to
If I let the gun clap, you have no wish, you're on ass

New York ain't fuckin' playas, we gun sprayers
Movin' from the streets of Manhatt' to the Himalayans
Amadeus, why Cali craps tryin' to front?
Ass cut ropes, tryin' to bungee jump
Tight cunt, all white planes roll, we night
In bubble coats, hundred beapers, force one sneakers
I fly, holdin' it down for my block
What up ock? You get a four-four shot

And don't think it happen 'cuz you on the TV rappin'
I sneakin' B.X., B.K. and the Staten
and Queens jookin' kids for rings
New York, New York, the big city of
rap legends were put in jail, you thought we failed
Now I'm back like LL, when he was rockin' the
Takin' rap to the days of food stamps and tramps
Pit stains in the case and vise-grip clamps

Kid, I'm amped, cats try to diss the
In Cruisers, on Timbs, subways and elevators
steel, you frontin' niggaz better get real
I'm gettin' money, blow my with a hundred dollar bill
How you feel? And fuck where you at, it's where you
To that cats, that's eighty-five, blind, deaf and

Run and get gun, I come in the name of Allah
To my people, the Inglewood family swine, power
You can't see, we runnin' outta
If the east and west kill each other, who shine?
We our mind, this rap shit is turnin' into crime
Nowadays soft niggaz bust techs and
So,