Luyện nghe bài hát Now Y

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

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

If you see at cat without his vest hangin' by his
Then LA 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 that I fronted
You want it, shootin' slugs outta an armored green lex
From four pounds that fuck you up a plane wreck
Don't gamble with a tech, car is than the eye

My style, top secret the Bosnian 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
Been in buildings, doin' in a black M3
swingin' on linx, costin' 'bout ten G's
N.Y.C., where killas cops at me

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

New York ain't fuckin' playas, we love gun
Movin' crack from the streets of to the Himalayans
Amadeus, why Cali craps tryin' to front?
Ass gotta cut ropes, tryin' to bungee
Tight cunt, all white planes roll, we creepers
In bubble coats, eight beapers, force one sneakers
I fly, holdin' it down for my block
What up ock? You 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 Queens jookin' kids for
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 of food stamps and tramps
Pit in the stair case and vise-grip clamps

Kid, I'm amped, cats try to the originators
In Land Cruisers, on Timbs, subways and
Holdin' steel, you niggaz better get real
I'm gettin' money, my nose with a hundred dollar bill
How you feel? And fuck where you at, it's you from
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 Inglewood family swine, power
You can't see, we outta time
If the east and kill each other, who gon' shine?
We our mind, this rap shit is turnin' into crime
soft niggaz bust techs and nines
So,