Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

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

[Verse 1: Uncle
I got my city feeling like '95
Feeling good, like in Biggie died
On Twitter Nas I give him a Biggie vibe
I that shit like 50 times
I see rappers trying to get their buzz
Beef DJs like
"Damn where the at?"
The DJ like "Homie the hits at?"
That shit you me was whack
I can't that
Instead of better music
N-ggas get
jump on a south beat
Cause the winning
Then get mad when they don't pop, yo
Like "That shit would've if I was Rocko"
Or "That shit worked if I was 2Chainz"
It would've, but not Rocko or 2Chainz
You a New York n-gga
That's
Now let's get to that boom bap

New York
This the way we rock
get back on our shit
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

[Verse 2: Murda]
Ain't no place home
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 n-ggas don't be no radio play
Somebody saying "What the f-ck did that n-gga say?"
Only New York they play outta town is Jay
That be sounding like that real New York
All that same old shit
Be making me
New York, I don't when it happened
But we went from the trends
To catting
It's like we our identity
I hope 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 shit like when B.I.G dropped Who Shot Ya
If you decide to
Don't tell who shot ya

[Verse 3: Waka
I'm Q U E E N S
Where chasing cheese
Cakes like eating
My n-ggas ain't games
This recess
Wet contest
your T wet
For Jesus piece hanging off your neck
Life ended, game
Ain't no
Youngins color blind over
up the wrong set
Drop a bomb I'm Funk Flex
I'm connected out in Brooklyn the Nets
Head back got now
F-ck
Out in the Bronx cause we rendezvous
condo with the ocean view
Smoking Malibu Kush, Dutch
Better Push when I up the 40
to Queens catch me in ?
On west ? got the towers
to the cowards
And your pussy
Ran that whole god mileage

New York
This the way we rock
get back on our shit
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 where kids get no
Gun get you 3 to 5, and they still
Keep the same bag Dirty Harry in
Belt, slim corduroys
Leather them
to rob base, that was easy rock
Cooked it up then the plate to a greedy block
Back when Ma$e was the on your TV box
Harlem World Diplomats was the to watch
This young MC really this
Had EPMD, business
? was doing biz
Kept on
And a fitted the biscuits
But it's whatever whatever
New York get busy when we're together

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