Luyện nghe bài hát N.Y.C. Everything

[RZA/Bobby
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of to the head of Fort Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see
Niggas who sling, cats throw inside a bing
Bobby Digital got the seal sting
star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
My comma deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as song
Bob instrumental, nothing's indentitcal
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut, one cup fucked your whole LP up
You must be you liar
I'm the purifier, wire, hip-hop reviver
A suicide mission you're committin, go the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect marksman, spit darts an, flip charts 'an
Archery, shots aimed at heart then
Daffy Duckest will still +Bring Da Ruckus+
Project Killa Hill be the
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Lightyear
Wet from to infinity for them white hair
Bobby Digital, your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is
Undernourished, shit cannot flourish
Cherish every moment of his before you perish
Bitch, chicka chich, watch me switch
Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your
Take pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the same time a tear
ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit
Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a
(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi)
to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
Heart of to the head of Fort Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats inside the bing
Digital got the killa bee sting
From the heart of Medina to the of Fort Green
Now-Y-C Everything, who sling
Shaolin cats is thrown the bing
Bobby got the killa bee sting

[Method
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind
men droppin gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let be my last willing testament
For the pesimist, exercise for the
Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, desimate the poetry 'cause everything is to me
The lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit
The Methodist, poly to deficit, hit it up
If I can't live it up somebody give it up
John J., blow em out the adopt the Bombey
Your bitch look like Stronjay, look at me the way
Burn one and sautee, bringin you different to sword play
They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep
I'm like Larry the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
'cause I'm not an easy
To the midnight, naked wit a knife
Ask my alien likes, I've crazy all my life
Hardtime homicide, flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside, in the bee hive,
only the gon' survive
From the depths of the to the top, we're now born
on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle
From the depths of the killa to the top, now born
Wildin on Staten be the poet John John
Can't Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich Miracle Whip