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 down y'all, niggas
All you have for the West is criticism and disrespect
So I say to you and your
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? Long Island in the
Is the Bronx in the house? Island in the house?
The West Coast is in the sayin', "Why you talkin' loud?
What you about?"

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

You have said it no better, homeboy
With my automatic toy, I and destroy
These 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 and Damus choose
To gangsta, you never ever ran us
We clips like bananas, spottin' colored bandanas

It's the hoodsta cap peela
Dusty ass New critic killa
Dumpin' and the mothafuckin'
Led in chest 'cause ain't
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 coast
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 gangsta shit since '83
When was still scared to use profanity
Now everybody run and go and get triggers
And it on these West Coast 7 figure niggas
Just we made it real, niggas got the deal
I hope blood ain't got the spill, I

like the battle of the sexes, you wanna treat us like bitches
Because we're platinum we flex this
With mic in hand, fans in the
We make a mill yan California to Japan, bitch

Went overseas, seen D's how we 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 holla, throw up both my Dubs
And roll 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 mashin' and blastin' so get the
I bet you after this I get a hip hop classic
I'm you niggas from the scene
Kicking over newstands pourin' gasoline on your

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 backpacks and your wack ass raps
Sayin' we ain't real because we make
6-4 with a dab, what you lookin' at
With your Brooklyn hat and pen and pad
Nigga, I got a full of green bustin' at the seams
Fuck your baggy jeans, fuck your

Hey, hey, hey, what's round Trey
It's 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 wanna regret fuckin' 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 that shit, I've got to kill it, it
Fuck a New critic, he write about it
I live it, did it plus I'm still with it it down
On all DJ's hatin' fakin'
And faking never once played my record on their station
No love for a New York critic or Jock
Matter of fact, I'm blaming all for fuckin' up hip hop

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

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

What you talkin'
Why you talkin'

What you talkin'
Why you loud?

you talkin' about?
Why you loud?
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