Luyện nghe bài hát N.Y.C. Everything

[RZA/Bobby
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of to the head of Fort Greene
I see Everything
Niggas who sling, cats throw inside a bing
Bobby Digital got the golden seal
Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand bar
My comma deletes your power bar
Dr. tentacles, same as different song
Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut, one cup fucked your whole LP up
You be stupid you liar
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 Duckest will still Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Lightyear
Wet from to infinity for them white hair
Bobby Digital, your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap is dispicable
Undernourished, shit cannot flourish
every moment 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, Trojan wear, rough
Up ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit wider
Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a
(Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)
Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's wedgie
Heart of Medina to the head of Fort
I see Everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee
the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Green
Now-Y-C Everything, who sling
Shaolin cats is inside the bing
Bobby got the killa bee sting

[Method
a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he again
Most definate, let this be my last testament
For the pesimist, exercise for the
Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, desimate the poetry 'cause is close to me
The lectorous, Jonathon, of the seven seas, battle wit Leviathon
The Methodist, to your deficit, hit it up
If I live it up somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the adopt the Bombey
Your bitch like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way
Burn one and sautee, you different 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 naked wit a
Ask my alien likes, been crazy all my life
Hardtime homicide, flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, from the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside, in the bee hive,
only the strong survive
From the 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 sandwich ain't a sandwich without Whip
From the depths of the to the top, we're now born
on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich Miracle Whip