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 sting
Rhyme star, I write a thousand dollar bar
My pinstripe comma your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as different
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, wire, hip-hop reviver
A mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, spit an, flip charts 'an
Archery, shots aimed at your then
Daffy will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Project Killa be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Lightyear
Wet from here to infinity for them white
Bobby Digital, overthrow whole citadel
Mista pitiful, whole shrap stack is dispicable
Undernourished, shit cannot flourish
Cherish every of his love before you perish
Bitch, chicka chich, watch me switch
for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphere
Take your pussy out like a pap
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 clit
Taste the apple cider, you become strong, become a ?prider?
(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi)
Stuck to ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
of Medina to the head 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 Green
Now-Y-C Everything, niggas who
Shaolin cats is thrown the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee

Man]
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind
Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he again
Most definate, let be my last willing testament
For the pesimist, for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, desimate the '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 live it up somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the water adopt the
Your bitch like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way
Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword
They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep
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, I've crazy all my life
homicide, time flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside, in the bee hive,
only the strong survive
From the depths of the killa to the top, now born
Wildin on Island be the poet John John
Can't Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the John John
forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich a sandwich without Miracle Whip