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 whenever
We can do a whenever
That's how I'm on it all day, day
That's how I'm on it all day, day

[Verse 1: Uncle
I got my feeling like it's '95
Feeling good, like in before died
On Twitter Nas wrote I him a Biggie vibe
I retweeted that shit 50 times
I see rappers trying to get their back
with DJs like
"Damn where the at?"
The DJ like "Homie where the at?"
That shit you me was whack
I spin that
Instead of better music
N-ggas get
Then on a south beat
Cause the south
they get mad when they don't pop, yo
Like "That shit would've 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's
Now let's get to that boom bap

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

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 that old bounce shit
Be making me
New York, I don't when it happened
But we from 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 shit like when B.I.G dropped Who Shot Ya
If you to live
Don't tell who shot ya

3: Waka Flocka]
I'm Q U E E N S
Where n-ggas cheese
Cakes eating this
My ain't playing games
This ain't
Wet contest
your T wet
For that Jesus piece hanging off your
Life ended, game
Ain't no
color blind over here
Throw up the set
Drop a bomb like I'm Funk
I'm connected out in Brooklyn the Nets
back then got now
F-ck
Out in the Bronx cause we rendezvous
condo with the ocean view
Smoking Malibu Kush, clean
Better Kick when I up the 40
to Queens catch me in ?
On west ? got the towers
Death to the
And your pussy
Ran through that god mileage

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

[Verse 4:
A while met some wild cat
Fly cat, you I didn't supply that
I'm where kids get no parenting
Gun get you 3 to 5, and they carrying
Keep the nine same bag Dirty in
Suede Belt, corduroys
Leather jacket
Used to rob base, that was rock
Cooked it up then hand the plate to a greedy
Back Ma$e was the face on your TV box
Harlem World Diplomats was the to watch
This young MC lived this
Had EPMD, business
? was biz then
Kept on
And a fitted gripping the
But it's when whatever
New City get busy when we're together

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