Luyện nghe bài hát N.Y.C. Everything

[RZA/Bobby
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort
I see Everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats inside a bing
Bobby Digital got the golden seal
Rhyme star, I write a hundred dollar 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 must be you liar
I'm the purifier, live wire, reviver
A suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang
Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an, flip 'an
Archery, shots aimed at your heart
Daffy will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Project Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light wit Buzz Lightyear
Wet from here to infinity for them white
Digital, overthrow your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your shrap stack is dispicable
Undernourished, your shit flourish
Cherish every of his love before you perish
Bitch, chicka chich, watch me switch
Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, your atmosphere
Take your pussy out like a pap
Make you smile, at the time crack a tear
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough
Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your wider
Taste the apple cider, you strong, then become a ?prider?
(Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)
Stuck to ass like 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 Fort
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 again
Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine
Most definate, let be my last willing testament
For the pesimist, exercise for the
Johnny Treacherous, Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, desimate the poetry 'cause 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 live it up gotta give it up
J., blow em out the water adopt the Bombey
Your bitch look like Stronjay, look at me the way
Burn one and sautee, bringin you different to sword play
They Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover
I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I rubber
I'm not an easy lover
To the midnight, naked wit a knife
Ask my alien likes, been crazy all my life
homicide, time flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the
5, I reside, in the killa 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 Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Whip
From the depths of the to the top, we're 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