Luyện nghe bài hát New York

I'm running, running through the
like a slave through the underground tunnel
Told you all niggas get these bitches
'Cause I spit till my lips need 16
I am, intrusion,
You can't see me like I'm really an illusion
I hop upon your face and do my tooth that
Till I know the meat out like a motherfucking
Ah, I'm nasty nigga, like Nas like kim, Cassie bitches
I'm fucking Chris dope or that raspy nigga
Or the skin on the of a ashy nigga
I am, whatever say I am
Bumping like the asses on them thick at stadiums
Fuck them bitches I sound better in the place of them
I this shit this the motherfucking raping
Sick bitch, chicken soup face
from oversea like a motherfucking crusade
Crack rock and you hit it your nose hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the and cover

I run New York, I run New

I am 0 past a hundred, spitting a dragon
That wnt missing from a
Y'all a bunch of niggas getting off of nothing
Tie a rope your neck and let me kick you off a bungee
I'm Satan, and I'ma take your ass to now
Running my fields and you midgets on your first
I love it, when bitches know I'm better than them
'Cause I don't hear, not a or a letter from them
I'm a fire, enemies of the force
Bitches and I rap, elliptical, all it's
Bitches and a condo, I sit with an open
Bitches and you bitches are
Like some down syndrome, no offense
No in all, but y'all bitches on knees like baby claws
You can catch me out in Cover, chilling a stoop kid
Yeah hate don't talk do

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup
Calls from oversea a motherfucking crusade
Crack rock and you hit it your nose hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, made the shit and

I run New York, I run New

I'm lyrical on general
Take when I was a criminal
Don't stop, continue on around
But never of the shit that I'm fin to do
Y'all I'm giving you
If you front, I'm put and end to you
I'm like scorpion, bitch I will you
Making nasty, real, real
Way you bitches running like you get past me
Won't happen you could get on, when I'm off it
Try to cross me now, you be gone in a
It's me, myself and I
Talk tough shit and I'ma you till you die
Ask why, I'm better than you'll ever be
That's why shit seems lighter than heavy d

bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea a motherfucking crusade
Crack rock and you hit it till your nose
Brooklyn, made the shit and cover

I run New York, I run New York.