Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

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

[Verse 1: Uncle
I got my feeling like it's '95
Feeling good, like in before died
On Twitter Nas wrote I give him a vibe
I retweeted that shit 50 times
I see rappers to get their buzz back
Beef with DJs
"Damn where the at?"
The DJ like "Homie the hits at?"
That shit you sent me was
I can't spin
of making better music
N-ggas get
Then jump on a south
Cause the south
they get mad when they 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 not Rocko or 2Chainz
You a New n-gga homie
that
Now let's get back to boom bap

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

2: Uncle Murda]
Ain't no place like
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 radio
Somebody saying "What the f-ck did that n-gga say?"
New York n-gga they play outta town is Jay
That be sounding like that real New York
All same old bounce shit
Be me nauseous
New York, I know when it happened
But we went from setting the
To copy
It's we losing our identity
I hope n-ggas is feeding off of my
We a new DMX
Not a new Flocka
I'm talking that shit
B.I.G dropped Who Shot Ya
I'm starting some like when B.I.G dropped Who Shot Ya
If you decide to
Don't tell police who ya

[Verse 3: Waka
I'm Q U E E N S
Where n-ggas chasing
like eating this
My n-ggas ain't playing
This ain't
Wet T-Shirt
your T wet
For that Jesus piece hanging off neck
Life ended, over
Ain't no
Youngins color over here
up the wrong set
Drop a bomb like I'm Funk
I'm out in Brooklyn like the Nets
back then got now
F-ck
Out in the Bronx cause we souse
condo with the ocean view
Smoking Kush, clean Dutch
Better Push when I up the 40
Back to catch me in ?
On side ? got the towers
to the cowards
And your bitch
Ran through whole god mileage

New York
This the way we rock
get back on our shit
New City
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 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 carrying
the nine same bag Dirty Harry in
Suede Belt, corduroys
Leather jacket
to rob base, that was easy rock
Cooked it up then hand the plate to a block
Back Ma$e was the face on your TV box
Harlem World was the team to watch
young MC really lived this
Had EPMD, business
? was biz then
Kept on
And a fitted gripping the
But it's whatever when
New York City get busy when we're

New City
This the way that we
get back 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