Luyện nghe bài hát KONY

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This goes out to the so-called of New York
This the home of legends, Lamar, so what you talk
You coming up thinking you the boss, you must be off it
You want the war to send you running like a faucet
Be cautious, this history is worth more a hit, boy
No how much good music you drop
You can't the legacy of B.I.G.'s, J-A-Y's
And leaving out the new gods, ain't wise
You ain't king, at best you a
and poppin'
But Jay old enough to be your pop and moving units than you
Talking about how you the king of this state, that's time
You kicked harder lines on the Miguel
You was doing good up now, Kenny
false claiming, I feel the wrath of my city
You pompous, trying to take two sides of the
king to put an end to all this nonsense

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This ain't friends, and I see you trying to run the kid
Better chill with Napoleon syndrome
Let's battle, it's nothing, you weak, I feel like you're
You the king? Oh my bad, boy, I like you puffin'
You ain't balling hard enough to mention Jackson name
I like D'Antoni and get Lamar up out the game
You owe them legends you dissing, but speak some real talk
I can see why you was reaching for the throne in New
Ain't nobody repping right, scared, all talk
So I don't curse much, but all you fake New Yorkers
Y'all suckers like kissing Kendrick's ass
''Nobody better him, you #trash''
good kid mad city, not my city
Enter my city it's possibly
The end of wind so give me your ends
Where the game started, remember what you in
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