Luyện nghe bài hát New York City

It's whatever whoever
whatever with whoever
That's how I'm on it all day, day
how I'm on it all day, every day
We can do a whenever
We can do a whatever
That's how I'm on it all day, day
how I'm on it all day, every day

[Verse 1: Uncle
I got my city like it's '95
good, like in before Biggie died
On Twitter Nas wrote I give him a Biggie
I retweeted shit like 50 times
I see rappers trying to get their back
Beef DJs like
"Damn where the at?"
The DJ "Homie where the hits at?"
That you sent me was whack
I spin that
of making better music
N-ggas get
Then jump on a south
Cause the winning
Then they get mad when they pop, yo
Like "That would've worked if I was Rocko"
Or "That would've worked if I was 2Chainz"
It would've, but not Rocko or 2Chainz
You a New York n-gga
that
Now let's get back to boom bap

New York
This the way we rock
Let's get on our shit
New City
the way that we rock
Let's get back on our
la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la
New

[Verse 2: Murda]
no place like home
But the radio got me
I'm in the A
But I go to the A
It feel I'm in the A
New n-ggas don't be getting no radio play
saying "What the f-ck did that n-gga just say?"
Only New York n-gga they outta town is Jay
That be sounding like that real New York
All same old bounce shit
Be making me
New York, I don't when it happened
But we went from the trends
To copy
It's like we our identity
I hope is feeding off of my energy
We a new DMX
Not a new Waka
I'm talking that shit
B.I.G dropped Who Shot Ya
I'm starting some shit like B.I.G dropped Who Shot Ya
If you decide to
Don't tell who shot ya

[Verse 3: Waka
I'm Q U E E N S
n-ggas chasing cheese
Cakes like this
My n-ggas playing games
This ain't
Wet T-Shirt
Leave T wet
For that Jesus piece hanging off your
Life ended, game
no reset
Youngins color blind over
up the wrong set
Drop a bomb like I'm Flex
I'm out in Brooklyn like the Nets
Head then got now
next
Out in the Bronx cause we souse
Manhattan with the ocean view
Malibu Kush, clean Dutch
Better Push when I up the 40
Back to Queens me in ?
On west ? got the towers
to the cowards
And your bitch
Ran through whole god mileage

New York
This the way that we
Let's get on our shit
New City
the way that we rock
Let's get on our shit
la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la
New

[Verse 4:
A while back met wild cat
Fly cat, you know I didn't supply
I'm where kids get no parenting
Gun get you 3 to 5, and they still
the nine same bag Dirty Harry in
Suede Belt, slim
Leather jacket
Used to rob base, that was easy
Cooked it up then the plate to a greedy block
Back when was the face on your TV box
Harlem World Diplomats was the to watch
This young MC really this
Had EPMD, business
? was doing biz
Nikes on
And a fitted gripping the
But it's when whatever
New York City get when we're together

New York
This the way we rock
Let's get on our shit
New City
This the way we rock
get back on our shit
la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la
New