Luyện nghe bài hát N.Y.C. Everything

[RZA/Bobby
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the of Fort Greene
I see Everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw a bing
Bobby got the golden seal sting
Rhyme star, I a hundred thousand dollar bar
My pinstripe deletes your power bar
Dr. tentacles, same as different song
Bob instrumental, nothing's indentitcal
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup your whole LP up
You must be stupid you
I'm the purifier, wire, hip-hop reviver
A suicide mission you're committin, go against the henchmen
Perfect marksman, spit darts an, flip charts 'an
Archery, shots aimed at heart then
Daffy will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Project Killa Hill be the
Smoke blunts Bud Light beer wit Buzz Lightyear
Wet from to infinity for them white hair
Bobby Digital, overthrow your citadel
Mista pitiful, whole shrap stack is dispicable
Undernourished, your shit flourish
Cherish every of his love before you perish
Bitch, chicka chicka chich, me switch
Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your
Take your pussy out like a pap
Make you smile, at the same time crack a
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, wear, rough rider
Up ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit wider
Taste the cider, you become strong, then become a ?prider?
(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi)
Stuck to your ass like a Secret wedgie
Heart of to the head of Fort Greene
I see Everything
Niggas who sling, cats thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee
From the heart of Medina to the head of Green
Everything, niggas who sling
Shaolin cats is thrown inside the
Digital got the killa bee sting

[Method
Drink a Heineken, as we go the mind again
men droppin gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my willing testament
For the pesimist, for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm to be
Perpetuous, desimate the poetry everything is close to me
The lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seven seas, wit Leviathon
The Methodist, poly to deficit, hit it up
If I live it up somebody gotta give it up
John J., em out the water adopt the Bombey
Your bitch like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way
Burn one and sautee, bringin you different to sword play
They bustin Over Broadway, Deep Cover
I'm like Larry 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
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the
5, I reside, in the killa bee hive,
only the strong gon'
From the 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 ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the John John
Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle