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
Bobby Digital got the golden seal
Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand bar
My pinstripe comma your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, as different song
Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Head or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup your whole LP up
You be stupid you liar
I'm the purifier, live wire, reviver
A suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang
Perfect marksman, spit darts an, flip charts 'an
Archery, shots aimed at heart then
Daffy Duckest still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud beer wit Buzz Lightyear
Wet from here to infinity for white hair
Bobby Digital, overthrow whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your shrap stack is dispicable
Undernourished, your shit flourish
every moment of his love before you perish
Bitch, chicka chicka chich, me switch
Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into atmosphere
your pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the same time crack a
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough
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 a Victoria's Secret wedgie
of Medina 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 heart of Medina to the of Fort Green
Now-Y-C Everything, who sling
cats is thrown inside the bing
Bobby got the killa bee sting

Man]
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind
men droppin gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my last willing
For the pesimist, for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm 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 it up somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the water the Bombey
Your bitch like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way
Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to play
They bustin Over Broadway, Deep Cover
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 alien likes, I've been crazy all my
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 be the poet John John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd gyp
Like my sandwich a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top, now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John
Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a without Miracle Whip