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, Shaolin cats inside a bing
Digital got the golden seal sting
Rhyme star, I write a hundred dollar bar
My pinstripe comma deletes your bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as song
Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's
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 you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, darts an, flip charts 'an
Archery, shots aimed at your heart
Duckest will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Project Killa be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Lightyear
Wet here to infinity for them white hair
Bobby Digital, your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap is dispicable
Undernourished, your shit cannot
Cherish every of his love before you perish
Bitch, chicka chich, watch me switch
Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your
Take your pussy out a pap smear
you smile, at the same time crack a tear
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rider
Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your wider
the apple cider, you become strong, then become a ?prider?
(Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)
Stuck to your ass a Victoria's Secret wedgie
Heart of to the head of Fort Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee
From the of Medina to the head of Fort Green
Now-Y-C Everything, who sling
Shaolin cats is thrown the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee

Man]
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the again
Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he again
definate, let this be my last willing testament
For the pesimist, for the Exorcist
Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, the poetry 'cause everything is close to me
The lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seven seas, wit Leviathon
The Methodist, to your deficit, hit it up
If I can't live it up gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the adopt the Bombey
Your bitch look Stronjay, look at me the wrong way
one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play
They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep
I'm Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
I'm not an easy lover
To the midnight, naked wit a knife
Ask my likes, I've been 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 gon'
the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich Miracle Whip
From the depths of the to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John
forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip