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 inside a bing
Digital got the golden seal sting
Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand bar
My comma deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, as different song
Bob instrumental, nothing's indentitcal
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Head or Ida
crinkle cut, one nickel cup fucked your whole LP up
You be stupid you liar
I'm the purifier, wire, hip-hop reviver
A suicide mission committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
precision marksman, spit darts an, flip charts 'an
Archery, shots at your heart then
Daffy Duckest will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin
Project Killa Hill be the
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Lightyear
Wet from here to infinity for white hair
Bobby Digital, overthrow your citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is
Undernourished, your shit cannot
Cherish every moment of his love before you
Bitch, chicka chicka chich, watch me
Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your
Take your out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the time crack a tear
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rider
Up inside ya, applehead, opens up your clit wider
Taste the apple cider, you strong, then become a ?prider?
(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi)
Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret
Heart of Medina to the head of Greene
I see Everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown the bing
Bobby 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 inside the
Bobby got the killa bee sting

[Method
Drink a Heineken, as we go the mind again
Nevermindin men gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my last willing
For the pesimist, exercise for the
Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, the poetry 'cause everything is close to me
The lectorous, Jonathon, of the seven 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 adopt the
Your bitch like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way
one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play
They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Cover
I'm like Larry the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
'cause I'm not an easy
To the midnight, butt wit a knife
Ask my alien likes, I've crazy all my life
Hardtime homicide, flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the
5, I reside, in the killa bee hive,
only the strong gon'
the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the John John
Can't Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Whip
From the of the killa 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 sandwich a sandwich without Miracle Whip