Luyện nghe bài hát N.Y.C. Everything

[RZA/Bobby
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort
Now-Y-C/Now I see
Niggas who sling, cats throw inside a bing
Bobby got the golden seal sting
Rhyme star, I a hundred thousand dollar bar
My pinstripe comma deletes your bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as song
Bob instrumental, nothing's indentitcal
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Head or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup fucked your LP up
You be stupid you liar
I'm the purifier, wire, hip-hop reviver
A mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an, flip 'an
Archery, shots at your heart then
Daffy Duckest will still Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Project Killa be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz
Wet from here to infinity for white hair
Bobby Digital, your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is
Undernourished, your shit flourish
Cherish moment of his love 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
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rider
Up inside ya, dick applehead, up your clit wider
Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then a ?prider?
(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi)
Stuck to your ass like a Secret wedgie
Heart of Medina to the of Fort Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see
Niggas who sling, cats thrown inside the bing
Digital got the killa bee sting
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort
Everything, niggas who sling
Shaolin cats is inside the bing
Digital got the killa bee sting

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