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 brain tapped by forty-four caliber gats
It ain't like that, cats learn to relax
If I let the gun clap, you have no wish, 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
a fly bitch, a gat and cognac gettin' blunted
Readin' the tablet of my money from the that I fronted
You want it, shootin' slugs outta an armored green lex
From four pounds that fuck you up like a plane
Don't gamble a tech, car is quicker than the eye

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

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

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

And don't think it can't happen 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 city of
Some rap were put in jail, you thought we failed
Now I'm back like LL, when he was rockin' the
Takin' rap back to the days of stamps and tramps
Pit stains in the stair and vise-grip clamps

Kid, I'm amped, try to diss the originators
In Land Cruisers, on Timbs, subways and
Holdin' steel, you frontin' 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, 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' outta
If the east and kill each other, who gon' shine?
We losin' our mind, this rap shit is turnin' crime
Nowadays niggaz bust techs and nines
So,