Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

It's whatever with
whatever with whoever
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
That's how I'm on it all day, day

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

New City
the way that we rock
Let's get on our shit
New City
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: Uncle
Ain't no place home
But the got me thinking
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 getting no play
Somebody saying "What the did that n-gga just say?"
Only New n-gga they play outta town is Jay
That be sounding like that real New City
All that old bounce shit
Be making me
New York, I don't know it happened
But we went setting the trends
To catting
like 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 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 chasing cheese
Cakes like this
My n-ggas ain't playing
ain't recess
Wet T-Shirt
your T wet
For Jesus piece hanging off your neck
Life ended, game
Ain't no
color blind over here
Throw up the set
Drop a like I'm Funk Flex
I'm connected out in Brooklyn the Nets
Head back got now
F-ck
Out in the cause we souse rendezvous
Manhattan with the ocean view
Smoking Malibu Kush, Dutch
Better Kick when I up the 40
Back to catch me in ?
On west side ? got the
to the cowards
And your pussy
Ran through whole god mileage

New York
This the way that we
Let's get back on our
New York
This the way we rock
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 back met wild cat
Fly cat, you I didn't supply that
I'm from kids get no parenting
Gun get you 3 to 5, and they carrying
Keep the nine bag Dirty Harry in
Belt, slim corduroys
Leather jacket
to rob base, that was easy rock
Cooked it up then hand the plate to a block
when Ma$e was the face on your TV box
Harlem World was the team to watch
This young MC really this
Had EPMD, business
? was doing biz
Kept on
And a fitted the biscuits
But it's when whatever
New York City get busy when together

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