Luyện nghe bài hát All The Critics In New York

Goddamn! New City!
and everything!

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

West Side nigga! Keepin' it
Keepin' it

Is Brooklyn in the house? What about Queens in the
Manhattan in the house? Long in the house?
Is the Bronx in the house? Island in the house?
The West Coast is in the house sayin', "Why you 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 down the NFC
I'm going thorough thorough your
Wit my Raider jacket and my curl
rule the world on the west nevertheless W/S
We got the bomb and you niggas got the

You have said it no better, homeboy
With my toy, I kill and destroy
These ass critics from the N.Y.C.
they know that I'lI be from the ING?
My play for keeps deep crews
Pay dues by ones and twos
Rip riders and Damus
To stay gangsta, you never ran us
We bustin' like bananas, spottin' colored bandanas

It's just the hoodsta cap
Dusty ass New critic killa
and pumpin' the mothafuckin'
Led in their chest 'cause
None of them niggas ever it up for the West
So now it's on and the gauge in my got me limping
Fuck while I'm coast tripping
Sagging as a Bell East tape recorders
This is 187 on a New reporter

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

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

It's the battle of the sexes, you wanna treat us like bitches
Because we're platinum when we 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 100's to let me know who run it
This West Coast gangsta shit got it or we jackin'
Packin' ninas and sellin' out arenas,

You make me wanta holla, throw up my Dubs
And roll these niggas up, I gotta 'em
When I see 'em T-roll 'em, cut off his
'em bleeding in particles, for them bias all articles
I'm mashin' and so get the casket
I bet you after this I get a hip hop classic
I'm you niggas from the scene
Kicking over newstands 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

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

Hey, hey, hey, what's happenin' round
still MT critic K on mines all mothafuckin' day
It'a trip, the flipped from 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 watch how you greet us when you meet us
We packin' heaters and the only way you beat us is us

Ay no, nigga, fuck that shit, got to kill it, kill it
Fuck a New critic, he write about it
I live it, did it plus I'm still with it it down
On all these hatin' fakin'
And faking once played my record on their radio station
No love for a New York or Disc Jock
of fact, I'm blaming all y'all for fuckin' up hip hop

Is Brooklyn in the house? about Queens in the house?
in the house? Long Island in the house?
Is the Bronx in the house? Island in the house?

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

What you about?
Why you talkin'

What you about?
Why you loud?

What you talkin'
Why you talkin'
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