Luyện nghe bài hát Now Y

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

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

If you see at cat his vest hangin' by his neck
Then LA done it, I'm tryin' to see this Benz
With a fly bitch, a gat and cognac blunted
the tablet of my money from the kids that I fronted
You don't want it, shootin' slugs outta an armored 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 York have you laced in
The South Bronx, what you when we let are guns talk?
It's bloodsport, the Darkman call it he sees
Been in buildings, doin' in a black M3
Medallion on linx, costin' 'bout ten G's
N.Y.C., where killas cops at me

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

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

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

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

Run and get your gun, I in the name of Allah
To my people, the family swine, power refined
You can't see, we runnin' time
If the east and kill each other, who gon' shine?
We losin' our mind, rap shit is turnin' into crime
Nowadays niggaz bust techs and nines
So,