Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

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

1: Uncle Murda]
I got my city feeling like '95
Feeling good, in before Biggie died
On Twitter Nas wrote I him a Biggie vibe
I retweeted that shit 50 times
I see rappers trying to get their buzz
Beef with DJs
"Damn the love at?"
The DJ like "Homie the hits at?"
That shit you me was whack
I can't that
of making better music
N-ggas get
Then jump on a beat
Cause the south
they get mad when 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 not Rocko or 2Chainz
You a New n-gga homie
that
Now get back to that boom bap

New City
This the way we rock
Let's get on our shit
New York
This the way 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 2: Murda]
Ain't no like home
But the got me thinking
I'm in the A
But I go to the A
It like I'm in the A
New York n-ggas don't be getting no radio
Somebody "What the f-ck did that n-gga just say?"
Only New n-gga they play outta town is Jay
That be sounding like that New York City
All that old bounce shit
Be making me
New York, I don't know it happened
But we went from setting the
To catting
like we losing our identity
I hope n-ggas is feeding off of my
We a new DMX
Not a new Flocka
I'm that shit like
When B.I.G Who Shot Ya
I'm starting some shit like when B.I.G Who Shot Ya
If you to live
Don't tell who shot ya

[Verse 3: Waka
I'm Q U E E N S
Where n-ggas cheese
like eating this
My n-ggas ain't playing
This recess
Wet T-Shirt
your T wet
For that Jesus piece off your neck
Life ended, game
Ain't no
color blind over here
Throw up the set
a bomb like I'm Funk Flex
I'm connected out in like the Nets
Head back got now
F-ck
Out in the Bronx we souse rendezvous
Manhattan condo with the ocean
Malibu Kush, clean Dutch
Better Push when I up the 40
Back to catch me in ?
On side ? got the towers
Death to the
And your bitch
Ran through that whole god

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

[Verse 4:
A while back met some cat
Fly cat, you know I didn't supply
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, corduroys
Leather them
Used to rob base, that was rock
it up then hand the plate to a greedy block
Back Ma$e was the face on your TV box
Harlem World was the team to watch
This young MC really lived
Had EPMD, business
? was biz then
Kept on
And a fitted gripping the
But whatever when whatever
New York City get busy when we're

New York
This the way 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