Luyện nghe bài hát N.Y.C. Everything

[RZA/Bobby
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Greene
I see Everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw inside a
Bobby Digital got the seal sting
Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand bar
My pinstripe comma deletes your bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as song
Bob Digital instrumental, indentitcal
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato or Ida
Deep-fried cut, one nickel cup fucked your whole LP up
You must be stupid you
I'm the purifier, live wire, reviver
A suicide 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 will still Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Project Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light wit Buzz Lightyear
Wet here to infinity for them white hair
Bobby Digital, your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is
Undernourished, your shit cannot
Cherish every moment of his 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
you smile, at the same time crack a tear
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit
Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a
(Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)
Stuck to ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
Heart of to the head of Fort Greene
I see Everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort
Now-Y-C Everything, niggas who
Shaolin cats is thrown the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee

[Method
Drink a Heineken, as we go the mind again
men droppin gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my willing testament
For the pesimist, exercise for the
Johnny Treacherous, Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, desimate the 'cause everything is close to me
The lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit
The Methodist, to your deficit, hit it up
If I live it up somebody gotta give it up
J., blow em out the water adopt the Bombey
Your bitch like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way
Burn one and sautee, bringin you ways to sword play
They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep
I'm like Larry the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
'cause I'm not an lover
To the midnight, naked wit a knife
Ask my alien likes, I've crazy all my life
Hardtime homicide, flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture the darkside
5, I reside, in the killa bee hive,
only the strong survive
From the depths of the killa to the top, now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John
Can't Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John
forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a without Miracle Whip