Luyện nghe bài hát NY, NY

The baby...

I from LA
All the way to (NY NY)
And I get down
I get here in LA
All the way to (NY NY)
And when I
I parley in LA
All the way to (NY NY)

Touched the baby
I'll send you under the Titanic
Gun romantic
on the pages
Of the hustler
reknown for my realness
Only the real will this
Stainless is
The that I'm copulating
a lady (?)
Blow your off
stand-off
The
Ice the mineral
me, a gem correct
One thing that I got you'll never get's
I stick the on ya
I represent
of the shooters
The
The movers
Girl
Set you up for the
Where you're really not unless you got 10 mill
I shine so I blind ya
Cross my crew, we'll ya
It's a shame
My dominance to game
I live for gun smoke
Mack yo' into a coma
Two hoes like of every type
I kick to curbs, you would make your wife
Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still
While half you busters in damn game are still teething
Believe it if you say it that you'll be it
You lived none of your raps, or even seen it
I it, every word a brother say
a brother play, kid
I politic and
The is I practice
Camoflauge to
R & B
Get the play
So I get fly
Do a movie - quadruple my
You just double platinum
see if you last
Every word that I say is documented and
The truth is, I the raw game, boy believe it
I've succeeded, in turning dirty dough
Bounced to the Bentley the prime-it-up Regal
Like Biggie says, unbelieveable
My street
You even play step in my way
meet my people

I've been round the ballin, did it all, what's next?
While most of y'all busters on your rolex
Been in the life kid, since 76
Touched the water, the game, the jewelry licks
Fix yourself if you're broke fool, ain't my fault
The game must be and comprehended, then implemented
done illegally, carried out strategically
Or else is felt, the hand is dealt
You it's frightening
Hit with 10
your baby and your wife
You're riding kites for
of y'all won't feel me, but some of y'all do
I'll move at least a half a of this before I'm through
That ain't the most, but I've done longer than you
Plus it my only gig, I'm still connected
With the boys that can flip a thou to a

My stature you're in my rapture
Meet me on the street? I'm the brother you meet
Confusing sometimes, the way I a rough rhyme
You think I'm lying, cool I like that
I in your face, squeeze off the case, rock the glock back
In your stomach, then smile again
Don't to be your enemy, I'd rather be your friend
the real win in the game, but what's the prize?
Every man through mad drama, and every man dies
Look in my eyes, touch my soul, I ain't you
The evil I've done, I've got of retribution to do
That's an impossible task, 'cause night the gats blast
So I to the sky and ask
I've been blessed by God to rock mic hard, so I do it
You got a problem, through it
I love New York night, bright lights and
I love bailin my Bronx niggas, party crashin
I love hittin with my niggas on the shaw
You might see me in New Orleans at Gras
Or Miami at the Lex, in the live
Or in Chi-town at the Players Ball, P.I.
Pimp or Die, Ice baby, a well known fact
That true players the whole map.

And we all the way to (NY NY)