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
who sling, Shaolin cats throw inside a bing
Bobby Digital got the golden seal
Rhyme star, I write a hundred dollar bar
My comma deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, as different song
Bob Digital instrumental, indentitcal
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup fucked your LP up
You must be stupid you
I'm the purifier, live wire, reviver
A suicide mission you're committin, go against the henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, spit an, flip charts 'an
Archery, shots at your heart then
Daffy Duckest will +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Project Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts Bud Light beer wit Buzz Lightyear
Wet from here to infinity for white hair
Bobby Digital, your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is
Undernourished, shit cannot flourish
Cherish moment of his love 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
Make you smile, at the time crack a tear
Smack ya rear, saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your wider
Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a
(Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)
Stuck to ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
Heart of Medina to the head of Greene
I see Everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin thrown inside the bing
Digital got the killa bee sting
From the heart of Medina to the head of Green
Now-Y-C Everything, who sling
Shaolin cats is inside the bing
Bobby got the killa bee sting

Man]
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the again
Nevermindin men gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my willing testament
For the pesimist, for the Exorcist
Treacherous, like 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, poly to deficit, hit it up
If I live it up somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the adopt the Bombey
Your look like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way
Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword
They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Cover
I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn
'cause I'm not an lover
To the midnight, butt naked wit a
Ask my alien likes, I've crazy all my life
Hardtime homicide, flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside, in the bee hive,
only the gon' survive
From the of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the John John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich Miracle Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John
Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd gyp
Like my ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip