Luyện nghe bài hát N.Y.C. Everything

[RZA/Bobby
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see
Niggas who sling, cats throw inside a bing
Bobby Digital got the golden sting
Rhyme star, I a hundred thousand dollar bar
My pinstripe comma deletes your bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as song
Bob Digital instrumental, indentitcal
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Head or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut, one cup fucked your whole LP up
You must be you liar
I'm the purifier, wire, hip-hop reviver
A mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, spit an, flip charts 'an
Archery, shots at your heart then
Daffy Duckest still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Project Killa be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz
Wet from here to for them white hair
Bobby Digital, overthrow your 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
for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphere
Take pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the same crack a tear
Smack ya rear, saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit
the apple cider, you become strong, then become a ?prider?
(Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)
Stuck to ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
Heart of Medina to the of Fort Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the
Bobby Digital got the bee sting
From the of Medina to the head of Fort Green
Now-Y-C Everything, who sling
Shaolin cats is thrown the bing
Bobby got the killa bee sting

[Method
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the again
Nevermindin men gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let be my last willing testament
For the pesimist, exercise for the
Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, the poetry 'cause everything 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
bitch look like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way
Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to 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, naked wit a knife
Ask my alien likes, I've been 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 depths of the killa to the top, we're now
Wildin on Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd gyp
my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now
Wildin on Staten Island be the John John
Can't Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich a sandwich without Miracle Whip