Luyện nghe bài hát All The Critics In New York

Goddamn! New City!
and everything!

Back in the day, we to respect y'all, niggas
We used to be with y'all, niggas
All you have for the West is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and city
Y'all niggas will get our respect again

West Side nigga! Keepin' it
it real

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

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

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

It's just the hoodsta cap
ass New York critic killa
Dumpin' and the mothafuckin'
Led in their 'cause ain't
None of them niggas ever it up for the West
So now on and the gauge in my pants got me limping
Fuck unity while I'm tripping
Sagging as a Bell East smashing tape
is 187 on a New York reporter

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

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

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

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

You make me wanta holla, throw up both my
And roll these 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 mashin' and blastin' so get the
I bet you after this I get a hip hop classic
I'm bannin' you from the scene
Kicking newstands 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, don't

Fuck all the in the N.Y.C.
And your articles to rate my LP
Fuck your and your wack ass raps
Sayin' we ain't real we make snaps
Selling 6-4 with a dab, what you at
With your hat and your pen and pad
Nigga, I got a full of green bustin' at the seams
Fuck your jeans, fuck your magazines

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

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

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 is in the house sayin'
"Why you talkin'
What you talkin'
Why you loud?"
What you about?

you talkin' about?
Why you loud?

What you about?
Why you talkin'

What you about?
Why you loud?
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