Luyện nghe bài hát N.Y.C. Everything

[RZA/Bobby
Yo, yo, yo
From the of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw a bing
Bobby Digital got the seal sting
Rhyme star, I a hundred thousand dollar bar
My pinstripe 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 be stupid you liar
I'm the purifier, wire, hip-hop reviver
A suicide mission committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, darts an, flip charts 'an
Archery, aimed at your heart then
Daffy Duckest will +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Project Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud beer wit Buzz Lightyear
Wet from here to infinity for them hair
Digital, overthrow your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole stack is dispicable
Undernourished, your cannot flourish
every moment of his love before you perish
Bitch, chicka chicka chich, watch me
Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your
Take pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the time crack a tear
ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan 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 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 inside the
Digital got the killa bee sting
From the heart of Medina to the head of Green
Everything, niggas who sling
Shaolin cats is thrown the bing
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 last testament
For the pesimist, exercise for the
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm to be
Perpetuous, desimate the poetry 'cause everything is to me
The lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seas, battle wit Leviathon
The Methodist, to your deficit, hit it up
If I can't live it up gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the water the Bombey
Your bitch like Stronjay, look at me the wrong 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
'cause I'm not an easy
To the midnight, butt naked wit a
Ask my alien likes, I've been crazy all my
Hardtime homicide, flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, from the darkside
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 Island be the poet John
forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Island be the poet John John
Can't Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich Miracle Whip