Luyện nghe bài hát N.Y.C. Everything

[RZA/Bobby
Yo, yo, yo
the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw a bing
Bobby Digital got the seal sting
Rhyme star, I write a thousand dollar bar
My comma deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as song
Bob Digital instrumental, indentitcal
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Head or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup fucked whole LP up
You must be you liar
I'm the purifier, live wire, reviver
A mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, darts an, flip charts 'an
Archery, aimed at your heart then
Daffy Duckest will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin
Project Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud beer wit Buzz Lightyear
Wet from here to infinity for them hair
Bobby Digital, your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap is dispicable
Undernourished, your shit cannot
Cherish moment of his love before you perish
Bitch, chicka chicka chich, watch me
Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into atmosphere
Take your pussy out like a pap
Make you smile, at the same time a tear
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, wear, rough rider
Up ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit wider
Taste the cider, you become strong, then 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 Fort
Everything, niggas who sling
Shaolin cats is thrown the bing
Bobby Digital got the bee sting

[Method
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind
Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine
Most definate, let this be my willing testament
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 can't live it up somebody give it up
John J., blow em out the adopt the Bombey
Your bitch look like Stronjay, at me the wrong way
Burn one and sautee, you different ways to sword play
They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Cover
I'm like when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
'cause I'm not an easy
To the midnight, butt naked wit a
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 gon' survive
the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten be the poet John John
forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top, now born
Wildin on Island be the poet John John
forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a without Miracle Whip