Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

It's whatever whoever
Always whatever with
That's how I'm on it all day, day
That's how I'm on it all day, day
We can do a whatever
We can do a whatever
That's how I'm on it all day, day
how I'm on it all day, every day

[Verse 1: Murda]
I got my city like it's '95
Feeling good, like in before Biggie
On Twitter Nas I give him a Biggie vibe
I retweeted shit like 50 times
I see rappers trying to get their buzz
Beef with DJs
"Damn where the at?"
The DJ like "Homie the hits at?"
That shit you sent me was
I can't spin
Instead of better music
get offended
Then on a south beat
the south winning
Then they get mad when they pop, yo
Like "That shit would've if I was Rocko"
Or "That would've worked if I was 2Chainz"
It would've, but not Rocko or 2Chainz
You a New York homie
That's
Now let's get back to that bap

New York
This the way that we
Let's get back on our
New City
This the way that we
get back on our shit
la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la
New

2: Uncle Murda]
Ain't no place like
But the radio got me
I'm in the A
But I go to the A
It feel I'm in the A
New York don't be getting no radio play
Somebody saying "What the f-ck did n-gga just say?"
Only New York n-gga they outta town is Jay
be sounding like that real New York City
All same old bounce shit
Be making me
New York, I don't know when it
But we went from the trends
To copy
It's like we losing our
I hope n-ggas is feeding off of my
We a new DMX
Not a new Flocka
I'm talking that shit
B.I.G dropped Who Shot Ya
I'm starting some shit like when B.I.G Who Shot Ya
If you decide to
tell police who shot ya

[Verse 3: Flocka]
I'm Q U E E N S
n-ggas chasing cheese
Cakes like this
My ain't playing games
This ain't
Wet contest
your T wet
For that piece hanging off your neck
ended, game over
Ain't no
color blind over here
Throw up the set
Drop a bomb like I'm Funk
I'm connected out in Brooklyn the Nets
Head then got now
F-ck
Out in the Bronx cause we souse
Manhattan condo with the view
Smoking Kush, clean Dutch
Better Push when I up the 40
Back to catch me in ?
On west side ? got the
to the cowards
And bitch pussy
Ran through whole god mileage

New City
This the way we rock
Let's get on our shit
New York
This the way that we
get back on our shit
la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la
New

4: Vado]
A while met some wild cat
Fly cat, you know I didn't supply
I'm from kids get no parenting
Gun get you 3 to 5, and they carrying
Keep the nine same bag Harry in
Suede Belt, slim
jacket them
Used to rob base, was easy rock
Cooked it up then hand the plate to a greedy
Back when was the face on your TV box
Harlem World Diplomats was the to watch
This young MC lived this
Had EPMD, business
? was doing biz
Nikes on
And a gripping the biscuits
But it's whatever when
New York get busy when we're together

New City
the way that we rock
Let's get on our shit
New City
the way that we rock
Let's get on our shit
la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la
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