Luyện nghe bài hát Everything I Love

The world at my
Gold pieces molded with features
streets the fever
From the way I the Ether

Came on the scene at 19, a fiefa
For money, power, respect, get it by any
A New Yorker, talker, walk like a brick flipper
Decimal doctor, to get richer

I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the of the city
I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable
I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's the Harlem struggle
All in my swagger, the reason why I got my hustle

I got the highest stature, Miami flasher
I got you caught in the flyest and stylish rapture
My signature to Christopher Wallace, get it honest
My album through to him, that was my biggest project

Now I'm the illest known to walk like the illest
And when I smoke, only roll up with the illest
You sit and mail it over my venom, a cobra
It's Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy bop and with Oprah

Nigga,
my voice I'm killin' 'em
I my blood
everything I love

Am a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm smacker
Goods strapper, cat stacker, wood packer
Tear up the Dom P faster
Platinum Patron splasher, Cris, spit atcha

I call it rich laughter
Black Express card all gray now
It's scratched up from constant
Girl kidnapper, pop tags off

Poppa makin' music
And still I Cosa
Big roaster, cola
Girl, when I send for ya, bring friends,

I'm the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of culture
Breeze through with that old school blue
glowin', ho-in', fly off in a Boeing
Slide off with your ho and six figures on her

My persona, John, unforgivable cologne
Coppin' the biggest diamonds, me sorta bi-polar
to Phantom, vehicles for high rollers
The studded chain around my neck, it the night colder

Nigga,
From my voice I'm 'em
I shed my
everything I love

The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat
Pretty bitch slobber, Ex-robber, heister, my own life
Pants saggin', whippin', Summer Jam stopper
Tim Chuck wearin', Cranapple vodka, I spray choppers

A doctor in the of Haiti made me
in paisley bandannas, suits with Adam Stacey
Cigar Dick Tracy, it's dark, I get spacey
Alcohol and laced weed, that was of my '80s

The conciergeries be near me
Canary yellow in my pinky yearly
Liz Taylor tried to me
'Coz I keep it green like the other side of Bixby

When he gets
Think fast before I hoes Like Grassino
from scraggly old clothes
To the illest and realest rappin'

Pablo back on the scene, won't roll back up green
Strictly paper through the strip in Vegas
Two of New York's biggest, niggaz, y'all to hate us
But now you us, Nas and Diddy, power hustlers

Nigga,
From my voice I'm 'em
I shed my
About I love

on everything I love, man
It's on everything I
on everything I love, man