Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

It's whatever whoever
Always whatever 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 whenever
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 before died
On Nas wrote I give him a Biggie vibe
I retweeted that shit 50 times
I see rappers to get their buzz back
Beef with DJs
"Damn the love at?"
The DJ like "Homie the hits at?"
That shit you me was whack
I can't that
Instead of better music
get offended
Then on a south beat
the south winning
Then they get mad when don't pop, yo
Like "That shit worked if I was Rocko"
Or "That shit would've if I was 2Chainz"
It would've, but you're not or 2Chainz
You a New York n-gga
that
Now let's get back to boom bap

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

2: Uncle 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 n-ggas don't be getting no radio play
Somebody saying "What the did that n-gga just say?"
Only New York n-gga they play town is Jay
That be like that real New York City
All same old bounce shit
Be making me
New York, I know when it happened
But we went from setting the
To catting
It's we losing our identity
I n-ggas is feeding off of my energy
We a new DMX
Not a new Flocka
I'm talking that like
When B.I.G dropped Who 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: Flocka]
I'm Q U E E N S
n-ggas chasing cheese
Cakes eating this
My n-ggas playing games
This ain't
Wet T-Shirt
your T wet
For that Jesus hanging off your neck
Life ended, over
Ain't no
color blind over here
Throw up the set
Drop a bomb like I'm Funk
I'm out in Brooklyn like the Nets
Head then got now
F-ck
Out in the cause we souse rendezvous
Manhattan condo the ocean view
Malibu Kush, clean Dutch
Better Kick Push I up the 40
Back to Queens me in ?
On west side ? got the
to the cowards
And your bitch
Ran that whole god mileage

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

[Verse 4:
A while met some wild 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 nine same bag Dirty in
Belt, slim corduroys
Leather jacket
Used to rob base, that was easy
Cooked it up hand 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 biz then
Nikes on
And a gripping the biscuits
But it's whatever whatever
New York City get busy when we're

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