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 rotten
They it rocking

[Verse 1 -
Roll up in the like blaow
We gone need our right now
We make a toast to the town
in the air, go shawty
Welcome to my city, see the bright
on my wrist, bright lights
The cars, the hot girls, the night life
The blue Yankee to the back, the white
Sipping with divas
I stand, I'm too drunk, Jesus
People out of town me Brooklyn
Because they know how I keep it,

[Verse 2 - Swizz
blanco from the Bronx yo
See me in my Aston, I'm moving slow
Boston Road to 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 I've been fire
You ain't never seen a monster me you a liar

[Verse 3 - Jim
Soon as I step on the scene, you the bitches screaming
I'm like money, stickup kids scheming
Spent forty on the watch, keep the gleaming
I'm in the in the trap, got the whip leaning
In when I talk it's like God speaking
Listen close momma that's the car chill
Vampire life I your heart beating
Better chill little nigga before I tweeking
And you can catch me up in
Or in the ghost, the is the background
Why yo, FDR back down
I got homies in the jungle that rounds

[Verse 4 -
Yo, take a up top
They niggas to mincemeat
It's on as soon as you 110th Street
Yeah, you see poverty at best
If we ain't in the front of the lobby, we on the
Yep, hundred in the V.I.
Feel the floor shake when they playing B.I.
Razors in the mouth, the is knee high
Some of us rock True, of us rock Levi's
Ahh, but we all Polo
matter what borrough, NY is the logo
Talking to the a no-no
should be a rule that's global

[Verse 5 - Ortiz]
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 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 but ain't change
So send over a of Bacardi