Luyện nghe bài hát All The Critics In New York

Goddamn! New City!
and everything!

Back in the day, we used to respect y'all,
We used to be down with y'all,
All you have for the Coast is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and city
niggas will never get our respect again

West Side nigga! it real
Keepin' it

Is Brooklyn in the house? What about in the house?
Manhattan in the house? Island in the house?
Is the in the house? Staten Island in the house?
The West Coast is in the sayin', "Why you talkin' loud?
you talkin' about?"

Fuck all the in the N.Y.C.
Who wants to rock the after me?
of who you are and who you be
My energy holds it like the NFC
I'm going thorough your borough
Wit my Raider jacket and my jerry
Gangstas rule the world on the west W/S
We got the bomb and you niggas got the

You couldn't said it no better, homeboy
With my automatic toy, I kill and
These bust ass critics the N.Y.C.
Don't they know that I'lI be from the
My peeps play for keeps deep
Pay by murder ones and twos
Rip riders and choose
To stay gangsta, you ever ran us
We bustin' like bananas, spottin' colored bandanas

It's just the hoodsta cap
Dusty ass New York killa
and pumpin' the mothafuckin'
Led in chest 'cause ain't
of them niggas ever have it up for the West
So now it's on and the gauge in my got me limping
Fuck unity while I'm coast
Sagging as a East smashing tape recorders
This is 187 on a New reporter

New York, New
New York, New
New York, New
New York, New

all the critics in the N.Y.C.
Tryin' to get a hip-hop monopoly
But I've been gangsta shit since '83
y'all was still scared to use profanity
Now everybody run and go and get triggers
And blaim it on West Coast 7 figure niggas
Just because we made it real, got the deal
I hope ain't got the spill, I kill

It's like the of the sexes, you wanna treat us like bitches
Because we're platinum when we flex
With mic in hand, in the stands
We make a yan from California to Japan, bitch

overseas, seen D's how we done it
88's to 100's to let me who really run it
This West gangsta shit got it crackin' or we jackin'
ninas and sellin' out arenas, niggas

You make me wanta holla, throw up both my
And these niggas up, I gotta beat 'em
I see 'em T-roll 'em, cut off his scrotum
Leave 'em bleeding in particles, for them all articles
I'm and blastin' so get the casket
I bet you after I get a fuckin' hip hop classic
I'm bannin' you niggas the scene
Kicking over newstands pourin' gasoline on magazines

To the West, my niggas, to the
To the West, my niggas, to the
To the West, my niggas, to the
We the best, my niggas, stress

Fuck all the in the N.Y.C.
And your articles tryin' to my LP
Fuck your backpacks and your ass raps
Sayin' we ain't real because we snaps
Selling 6-4 with a dab, you lookin' at
your Brooklyn hat and your pen and pad
Nigga, I got a pocket full of bustin' at the seams
Fuck your baggy jeans, fuck magazines

Hey, hey, hey, what's round Trey
It's still MT critic K on all mothafuckin' day
trip, the script flipped from when you niggas was bossing
Got to flossin', off and got the nail in the coffin
Who wanna fuckin' with my set
I be a 24 year street West side Vet
You niggas better watch how you greet us you meet us
We packin' heaters and the only way you beat us is us

Ay no, nigga, fuck shit, I've got to kill it, kill it
Fuck a New critic, he write about it
I live it, did it plus I'm still it putting it down
On all these hatin' fakin'
And faking never once my record on their radio station
No love for a New York critic or Disc
Matter of fact, I'm blaming all y'all for up hip hop

Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the
Manhattan in the house? Long Island in the
Is the Bronx in the Staten Island in the house?

The West Coast is in the sayin'
"Why you talkin'
you talkin' about?
Why you loud?"
What you talkin'

What you about?
Why you talkin'

What you about?
Why you talkin'

What you talkin'
Why you loud?
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