Luyện nghe bài hát We Keep It Rockin

New City knows how to party
New York City knows how to
New York City, it rocking
The apple rotten
They keep it

1 - Maino]
Roll up in the like blaow
We need our bottles right now
We make a toast to the town
Drinks in the air, go
Welcome to my city, see the lights
Diamonds on my wrist, lights
The cars, the hot girls, the night life
The blue to the back, the white Nikes
Sipping tequila divas
I can't stand, I'm too drunk,
People out of town call me
Because they know how I keep it,

[Verse 2 - Swizz
Swizzy blanco from the yo
See me in my Aston, I'm moving slow
Boston to Dyer Ave
niggas'll die for the life I have
I'm the one to the artists blow, Nintendo
Smoke indo then go to party
Put your hands up and go retarded though
Damn, I got the beats to the ground shake, earthquake
I do it for the Empire because I've been
You ain't never seen a monster me you a liar

[Verse 3 - Jim
Soon as I step on the scene, you hear the bitches
I'm like money, stickup kids scheming
forty on the watch, keep the wrist gleaming
I'm in the hood in the trap, got the whip
In Harlem when I talk it's God speaking
Listen close little that's the car chill
Vampire life I hear your beating
Better chill little nigga I start tweeking
And you can me up in Sactown
Or in the ghost, the is the background
Why yo, FDR heading back
I got in the jungle that clap rounds

[Verse 4 -
Yo, take a up top
turning niggas to mincemeat
It's on as as you cross 110th Street
Yeah, you see poverty at it's
If we in the front of the lobby, we on the steps
Yep, hundred in the V.I.
Feel the shake when they start playing B.I.
Razors in the mouth, the shotguns is high
Some of us rock True, of us rock Levi's
Ahh, but we all rock
Don't matter borrough, NY is the logo
Talking to the a no-no
That should be a rule that's

[Verse 5 - Joell
You they had to to put the papi on it
Like my fans, when I crowd dive, catch a body on it
Leopold scope on it
I'm the hardest now, I put my project lobby on it
Pun I'm the new Puerto Rico guy
Get my suit, I want it with the B.O.Y
Your rap mad gimmick, he no lie
I just go all out Margarito eye
Yaowa, that's the of my army
We'll turn your face to a dance hall like
Now this a party, I got a little change but ain't
So send over a of Bacardi