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 y'all, niggas
All you have for the West is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and city
Y'all niggas will never get our respect

West Side nigga! it real
it real

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

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

You couldn't have it no better, homeboy
With my automatic toy, I and destroy
These bust ass from the N.Y.C.
Don't know that I'lI be from the ING?
My peeps for keeps deep crews
Pay by murder ones and twos
Rip and Damus choose
To gangsta, you never ever ran us
We bustin' clips like bananas, spottin' colored

just the hoodsta cap peela
Dusty ass New York killa
Dumpin' and pumpin' the
Led in their chest 'cause
None of them 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 tripping
Sagging as a Bell East smashing recorders
is 187 on a New York 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 East monopoly
But I've been writin' gangsta shit '83
When y'all was still scared to use
Now everybody wanna run and go and get
And blaim it on these West 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 battle of the sexes, you wanna treat us like
we're platinum when we flex this
With mic in hand, fans in the
We make a mill yan from to Japan, bitch

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

You me wanta holla, throw up both my Dubs
And roll these up, I gotta beat 'em
When I see 'em T-roll 'em, cut off his
'em bleeding in particles, for them bias 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 from the scene
Kicking over pourin' gasoline on your 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 to rate my LP
Fuck your and your wack ass raps
we ain't real because we make snaps
Selling 6-4 with a dab, you lookin' at
With your Brooklyn hat and pen and pad
Nigga, I got a pocket of green bustin' at the seams
Fuck baggy jeans, fuck your magazines

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

Ay no, nigga, fuck that shit, I've got to kill it, it
Fuck a New York critic, he about it
I live it, did it plus I'm still with it putting it
On all these DJ's fakin'
And faking never once played my record on 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 What about Queens in the house?
Manhattan in the house? Long in the house?
Is the Bronx in the house? Island in the house?

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

What you about?
Why you talkin'

What you about?
Why you talkin'

What you about?
Why you talkin'
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