Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

It's with whoever
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 whatever
We can do a whatever
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 feeling like it's '95
Feeling good, like in Biggie died
On Nas wrote I give him a Biggie vibe
I that shit like 50 times
I see trying to get their buzz back
Beef with DJs
"Damn the love at?"
The DJ like "Homie the hits at?"
That you sent me was whack
I spin that
Instead of better music
get offended
Then jump on a beat
Cause the winning
they get mad when they don't pop, yo
Like "That would've worked if I was Rocko"
Or "That shit would've if I was 2Chainz"
It would've, but you're not Rocko or
You a New York homie
That's
Now let's get to that boom bap

New York
This the way that we
get back on our shit
New City
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

[Verse 2: Murda]
no place 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 n-ggas don't be getting no radio play
Somebody saying "What the f-ck did that n-gga say?"
Only New York n-gga they play outta is Jay
That be sounding like that New York City
All that same old shit
Be me nauseous
New York, I don't know it happened
But we went from setting the
To copy
It's we losing our identity
I n-ggas is feeding off of my energy
We a new DMX
Not a new Waka
I'm talking that shit
B.I.G dropped Who Shot Ya
I'm starting some shit when B.I.G dropped 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 n-ggas ain't playing
This ain't
Wet contest
your T wet
For that piece hanging off your neck
ended, game over
Ain't no
Youngins blind over here
up the wrong set
Drop a bomb like I'm Funk
I'm connected out in Brooklyn like the
Head back got now
F-ck
Out in the cause we souse rendezvous
Manhattan condo with the view
Smoking Malibu Kush, clean
Better Push when I up the 40
Back to Queens me in ?
On west side ? got the
to the cowards
And bitch pussy
Ran through that god mileage

New York
This the way that we
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 back met some wild cat
Fly cat, you know I supply that
I'm where kids get no parenting
Gun get you 3 to 5, and they carrying
Keep the 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 when was the face on your TV box
Harlem Diplomats was the team to watch
This MC really lived this
Had EPMD, strictly
? was biz then
Nikes on
And a fitted the biscuits
But it's when whatever
New York get busy when we're together

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