Luyện nghe bài hát We Keep It Rockin

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

[Verse 1 -
up in the club like blaow
We gone need our 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 life
The blue Yankee to the back, the white
tequila with divas
I can't stand, I'm too drunk,
People out of town call me
Because know how I keep it, Brooklyn

[Verse 2 - Beatz]
Swizzy blanco the Bronx yo
See me in my Aston, I'm moving real
Boston Road to Ave
Y'all niggas'll die for the I have
I'm the one to the artists blow, Nintendo
indo then go to party mode
Put your up and then go retarded though
Damn, I got the beats to make the ground shake,
I do it for the Empire because I've fire
You ain't never seen a like me you a liar

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

[Verse 4 -
Yo, take a up top
They niggas to mincemeat
on as soon as you cross 110th Street
Yeah, you see at it's best
If we ain't in the of the lobby, we on the steps
Yep, deep in the V.I.
Feel the floor 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
matter what borrough, NY is the logo
Talking to the a no-no
That be a rule that's global

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