Luyện nghe bài hát N.Y.C. Everything

[RZA/Bobby
Yo, yo, yo
From the of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
I see Everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats inside a bing
Bobby got the golden seal sting
Rhyme star, I a hundred thousand dollar bar
My comma deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as different
Bob Digital instrumental, indentitcal
You biter, non-writer, Mr. Head or Ida
Deep-fried crinkle cut, one cup fucked your whole LP up
You must be stupid you
I'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop
A suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang
Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an, flip 'an
Archery, shots aimed at heart then
Daffy Duckest still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
Project Killa Hill be the
Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz
Wet from here to infinity for white hair
Bobby Digital, overthrow whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole stack is dispicable
Undernourished, your shit cannot
Cherish every moment of his before you perish
Bitch, chicka chicka chich, watch me
Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into atmosphere
Take your pussy out a pap smear
Make you smile, at the time crack a tear
Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rider
Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your wider
Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a
(Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)
to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
Heart of Medina to the head of Greene
I see Everything
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort
Everything, niggas who sling
Shaolin is thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee

Man]
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the again
Nevermindin men gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my last willing
For the pesimist, for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, the poetry 'cause everything is close to me
The lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit
The Methodist, poly to deficit, hit it up
If I can't live it up gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the water adopt the
Your look like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way
Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to play
They Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover
I'm like Larry the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
'cause I'm not an easy
To the midnight, butt wit a knife
Ask my likes, I've been crazy all my life
homicide, time flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the
Johnny 5, I reside, in the bee hive,
only the strong survive
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now
Wildin on Staten Island be the John John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Whip
the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John
Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich Miracle Whip