Luyện nghe bài hát New York (remix)

Turn the beat up,

New york, New york, up LA
Wave hi to the Chi, let's get right
I heard them lil' niggas takin' their away
I heard a couple niggas got life today
Is it farrakhan, buddha, or christ
She on her so she know what it's like to pray
She got religious so she doin' it a day
I strap up, no I ain't throwin' dice
When you got money on yo it's a price to pay
And it get cold in the hood, put your ice
locked rick ross up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church up and "oh well"
Oh well, oh
Hang him with a flag in his cell
Let him sit and rot 'til his body turns to bones
Just remember who casted the first
New york, New york, good LA
Say hi to the Chi, to the Bay
No hesitation like steph, shoot it right in your
Cause I'm a state warrior strapped with a K
How's it land of the free, when we're in a cage?
Some just never make sense like magic and aids
Some just never make sense like bashin' the gays
must be in the city, it's traffic today
Niggas trappin' just like back in the day
We like records, we packagin' yay
And that sprite 2 shit slappin' today
We got these niggas boxed in like cassius
And my feregammo belt where that ratchet
Cause the police killing too many today
I wake up in the morning who gon' pass away?
Who gon' blast today? who have to pray?"
New york, New
Good morning LA my nigga haze him and his wife away