Luyện nghe bài hát New York

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

I run New York, I run New

I am 0 past a hundred, spitting like a
wnt missing from a dungeon
Y'all a bunch of getting trippy off of nothing
Tie a rope around 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 first down
I love it, when these bitches know I'm better than
'Cause I don't hear, not a word or a letter them
I'm a fire, of the force round
Bitches and I rap, elliptical, all it's
and a condo, I sit with an open mouth
Bitches and you are lyrically
Like some down syndrome, no offense
No shame in all, but y'all bitches on knees baby claws
You can catch me out in Cover, like a stoop kid
hate don't talk bitch do

Sick bitch, chicken noodle soup
Calls 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'm lyrical on general
Take shots when I was a
Don't stop, continue on running
But some 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 scorpion, bitch I will finish you
Making nasty, real, nasty
Way you bitches running like you get past me
happen you bitches could get on, when I'm off it
Try to me now, you be gone in a coffin
It's just me, and I
Talk tough shit and I'ma you till you die
Ask why, because I'm than you'll ever be
That's why negotiate seems lighter than heavy d

bitch, chicken noodle soup face
Calls from oversea like a motherfucking
Crack rock and you hit it till nose hurts
Rooftop Brooklyn, the shit and cover

I run New York, I run New York.