Luyện nghe bài hát N.Y.C. Everything

[RZA/Bobby
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the of Fort Greene
Now-Y-C/Now I see
Niggas who sling, Shaolin throw inside a bing
Bobby Digital got the golden seal
Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand bar
My pinstripe deletes your power bar
Dr. tentacles, same 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, live wire, hip-hop
A mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an, charts 'an
Archery, shots aimed at heart then
Daffy Duckest will still +Bring Da Ruckus+
Project Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Lightyear
Wet from to infinity for them white hair
Bobby Digital, overthrow whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap is dispicable
Undernourished, your shit flourish
Cherish moment of his love before you perish
Bitch, chicka chich, watch me switch
for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphere
Take your pussy out like a pap
Make you smile, at the same crack a tear
ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick applehead, up your clit wider
Taste the apple cider, you strong, then become a ?prider?
(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi)
to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
Heart of Medina to the head of Fort
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 is thrown inside the bing
Digital got the killa bee sting

[Method
a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine
definate, let this be my last willing testament
For the pesimist, for the Exorcist
Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, desimate the poetry everything is close to me
The lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seas, battle wit Leviathon
The Methodist, to your deficit, hit it up
If I live it up somebody gotta give it up
John J., em out the water 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 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, I've been crazy all my
homicide, time flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, from the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside, in the 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
forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich Miracle 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 without Whip