Luyện nghe bài hát We Keep It Rockin

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

[Verse 1 -
up in the club like blaow
We need our bottles right now
We gone a toast to the town
Drinks in the air, go
Welcome to my city, see the lights
on my wrist, bright lights
The fast cars, the hot girls, the night
The blue Yankee to the back, the white
tequila with divas
I can't stand, I'm too drunk,
People out of town me Brooklyn
Because know how I keep it, Brooklyn

[Verse 2 - Swizz
Swizzy from the Bronx yo
See me in my Aston, I'm moving slow
Road 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 then go retarded
Damn, I got the to make the ground shake, earthquake
I do it for the Empire because been fire
You ain't seen a monster like me you a liar

3 - Jim Jones]
Soon as I step on the scene, you hear the screaming
I'm looking like money, stickup scheming
Spent on the watch, keep the wrist gleaming
I'm in the hood in the trap, got the whip
In Harlem when I it's like God speaking
Listen close little that's the car chill
Vampire life I hear 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 heading back
I got homies in the jungle that rounds

[Verse 4 -
Yo, take a up top
They turning to mincemeat
It's on as soon as you cross 110th
Yeah, you see poverty at best
If we ain't in the of the lobby, we on the steps
Yep, hundred in the V.I.
Feel the floor shake they start playing B.I.
in the mouth, the shotguns is knee high
Some of us True, some 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 global

[Verse 5 - Joell
You they had to to put the papi on it
Like my fans, when I crowd dive, I'ma catch a on it
Leopold scope on it
I'm the hardest now, I put my project lobby on it
Pun gone I'm the new Puerto guy
Get my suit, I don't it with the B.O.Y
rap image mad gimmick, he no lie
I just go all out 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 over a of Bacardi