Luyện nghe bài hát We Keep It Rockin

New York City how to party
New York City knows how to
New City, keep it rocking
The apple that's
They keep it

1 - Maino]
Roll up in the club blaow
We gone our bottles right now
We gone make a toast to the
in the air, go shawty
Welcome to my city, see the bright
Diamonds on my wrist, bright
The fast cars, the hot girls, the night
The Yankee to the back, the white Nikes
Sipping with divas
I can't stand, I'm too drunk,
People out of town call me
Because they how I keep it, Brooklyn

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

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

[Verse 4 -
Yo, take a up top
They turning to mincemeat
on as soon 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, deep in the V.I.
Feel the floor shake when they start B.I.
Razors in the mouth, the is knee high
of us rock True, some of us rock Levi's
Ahh, but we all Polo
Don't matter what borrough, NY is the
to the popo's a no-no
That should be a rule that's

[Verse 5 - Ortiz]
You know they had to to put the on it
Like my fans, I crowd dive, I'ma catch a body on it
Leopold shotty on it
I'm the hardest right now, I put my project on it
Pun gone I'm the new Puerto guy
Get my suit, I don't want it the B.O.Y
rap image mad gimmick, he no lie
I go all out like Margarito eye
Yaowa, the call of my army
We'll turn your face to a dance like Cerami
Now this a party, I got a little but ain't change
So send a bottle of Bacardi