Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

It's whatever with
Always whatever whoever
how I'm on it all day, every 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: Uncle
I got my city like it's '95
good, like in before Biggie died
On Nas wrote I give him a Biggie vibe
I that shit like 50 times
I see rappers trying to get their back
Beef DJs like
"Damn the love at?"
The DJ like "Homie where the at?"
That shit you me was whack
I can't that
Instead of making better
N-ggas get
Then on a south beat
the south winning
Then they get mad they don't pop, yo
Like "That would've worked if I was Rocko"
Or "That would've worked if I was 2Chainz"
It would've, but you're not Rocko or
You a New York homie
That's
Now get back to that boom bap

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

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 like I'm in the A
New n-ggas don't be getting no radio play
Somebody saying "What the f-ck did that just say?"
Only New York n-gga they play town is Jay
be sounding like that real New York City
All that same old shit
Be me nauseous
New York, I don't know it happened
But we went from the trends
To catting
It's we losing our identity
I hope n-ggas is feeding off of my
We a new DMX
Not a new Waka
I'm talking that shit
When B.I.G dropped Who Ya
I'm starting some like when B.I.G dropped Who Shot Ya
If you to live
Don't police who shot ya

[Verse 3: Flocka]
I'm Q U E E N S
Where n-ggas cheese
Cakes eating this
My n-ggas playing games
This recess
Wet contest
Leave T wet
For that Jesus hanging off your neck
ended, game over
Ain't no
Youngins color blind over
Throw up the set
Drop a bomb I'm Funk Flex
I'm connected out in like the Nets
back then got now
F-ck
Out in the cause we souse rendezvous
condo with the ocean view
Smoking Malibu Kush, clean
Better Kick when I up the 40
to Queens catch me in ?
On west ? got the towers
to the cowards
And bitch pussy
Ran through that god mileage

New York
This the way we rock
Let's get back on our
New York
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
New

[Verse 4:
A while back met wild cat
Fly cat, you know I supply that
I'm from kids get no parenting
Gun get you 3 to 5, and still carrying
the nine same bag Dirty Harry in
Suede Belt, slim
jacket them
Used to rob base, that was easy
Cooked it up then hand the to a greedy block
Back when Ma$e was the on your TV box
World Diplomats was the team to watch
This young MC lived this
Had EPMD, business
? was biz then
Kept on
And a fitted gripping the
But it's whatever when
New City get busy when we're together

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