Luyện nghe bài hát Now Y

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

When I these streets, like bamboo I'm strapped
Get your brain by forty-four caliber gats
It like that, cats gotta learn to relax
If I let the gun clap, you have no wish, you're on ass

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

My style, top secret like the spy
Now Y, New York have you in chalk
The Bronx, what you thought when we let are guns talk?
It's bloodsport, the call it like he sees
in buildings, doin' eighty in a black M3
Medallion swingin' on linx, 'bout ten G's
N.Y.C., killas bust cops at me

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

New York fuckin' playas, we love gun sprayers
Movin' crack from the of Manhatt' to the Himalayans
Amadeus, why these Cali craps tryin' to
Ass gotta cut ropes, tryin' to bungee
Tight cunt, all white roll, we night creepers
In coats, eight hundred beapers, force one sneakers
I fly, holdin' it down for my block
up ock? You could get a four-four shot

And think it can't happen 'cuz you on the TV rappin'
I sneakin' B.X., B.K. and the Staten
Manhatten and Queens 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, when he was rockin' the
Takin' rap back to the days of food and tramps
Pit stains in the stair case and clamps

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

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