Luyện nghe bài hát N.Y.C. Everything

[RZA/Bobby
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Greene
I see Everything
Niggas who sling, cats throw inside a bing
Bobby got the golden seal sting
star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
My pinstripe comma deletes your bar
Dr. tentacles, same as different song
Bob Digital instrumental, indentitcal
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Head or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup your whole LP up
You must be you liar
I'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop
A suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang
Perfect precision marksman, darts an, flip charts 'an
Archery, shots at your heart then
Daffy Duckest still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz Lightyear
Wet from here to for them white hair
Bobby Digital, overthrow whole citadel
Mista pitiful, whole shrap stack is dispicable
Undernourished, your cannot flourish
Cherish every moment of his before you perish
Bitch, chicka chich, watch me switch
Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into atmosphere
Take your out like a pap smear
you smile, at the same time crack a tear
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up clit wider
Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then a ?prider?
(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi)
Stuck to your ass like a Secret wedgie
Heart of Medina to the of Fort Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats inside the bing
Digital got the killa bee sting
From the of Medina to the head of Fort Green
Now-Y-C Everything, niggas who
Shaolin cats is inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee

Man]
Drink a Heineken, as we go the mind again
men droppin gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my last testament
For the pesimist, exercise for the
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm to be
Perpetuous, desimate the poetry everything is close to me
The lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seas, battle wit Leviathon
The Methodist, poly to deficit, hit it up
If I can't it up somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the water the Bombey
Your bitch look like Stronjay, look at me the way
one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play
They bustin Bullets Broadway, Deep Cover
I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I rubber
I'm not an easy lover
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 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 Staten Island be the poet John
forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel 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 John John
forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Whip