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 inside a
Bobby Digital got the seal sting
Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand bar
My pinstripe comma deletes power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as song
Bob instrumental, nothing's indentitcal
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Head or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup fucked whole LP up
You be stupid you liar
I'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop
A suicide mission you're committin, go against the henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, spit an, flip charts 'an
Archery, shots at your heart then
Duckest will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Project Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Lightyear
Wet from here to for them white hair
Bobby Digital, overthrow your citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole stack is dispicable
Undernourished, your shit flourish
every moment of his love before you perish
Bitch, chicka chich, watch me switch
for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphere
Take your out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the same crack a tear
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit
the apple cider, you become strong, then become a ?prider?
(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi)
Stuck to your ass a Victoria's Secret wedgie
Heart of Medina to the head of Greene
I see Everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown the bing
Digital got the killa bee sting
From the heart of Medina to the of Fort Green
Now-Y-C Everything, who sling
cats is thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee

[Method
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the again
men droppin gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my willing testament
For the pesimist, exercise for the
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, battle wit
The Methodist, to your deficit, hit it up
If I can't live it up somebody gotta 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 ways to sword play
They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Cover
I'm Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
I'm not an easy lover
To the midnight, butt wit a knife
Ask my alien likes, been crazy all my life
Hardtime homicide, flys, do or die
ass and crooked eye, scripture from the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside, in the bee hive,
the strong gon' survive
From the depths of the to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now
Wildin on Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a without Miracle Whip