Luyện nghe bài hát N.Y.C. Everything

[RZA/Bobby
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw a bing
Bobby Digital got the golden seal
Rhyme star, I write a hundred dollar bar
My pinstripe deletes your power bar
Dr. tentacles, same as different song
Bob Digital instrumental, indentitcal
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato or Ida
Deep-fried cut, one nickel cup fucked your whole LP up
You must be you liar
I'm the purifier, live wire, reviver
A suicide mission you're committin, go against the henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an, flip 'an
Archery, shots at your heart then
Daffy will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Project Killa be the buckest
Smoke drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz Lightyear
Wet from to infinity for them white hair
Bobby Digital, overthrow whole citadel
pitiful, your whole shrap stack is dispicable
Undernourished, your shit flourish
Cherish every of his love before you perish
Bitch, chicka chicka chich, me switch
Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into atmosphere
Take your out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the time crack a tear
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough
Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit
Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a
(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi)
Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's wedgie
Heart of Medina to the of Fort Greene
I see Everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin thrown inside the bing
Digital got the killa bee sting
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort
Now-Y-C Everything, who sling
Shaolin cats is inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the bee sting

Man]
Drink a Heineken, as we go the mind again
men droppin gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my last willing
For the pesimist, for the Exorcist
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 live it up somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the water the Bombey
Your bitch look like Stronjay, at me the wrong way
one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play
They bustin Bullets Broadway, Deep Cover
I'm Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
'cause I'm not an lover
To the midnight, butt naked wit a
Ask my alien likes, I've crazy all my life
homicide, time flys, do or die
Crooked ass and eye, scripture from the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside, in the bee hive,
only the strong survive
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now
Wildin on Staten be the poet John John
forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich Miracle Whip
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