Luyện nghe bài hát We Keep It Rockin

New York City knows how to
New York knows how to party
New City, keep it rocking
The apple that's
They keep it

1 - Maino]
Roll up in the club like
We gone need our bottles now
We gone make a toast to the
in the air, go shawty
Welcome to my city, see the lights
on my wrist, bright lights
The fast cars, the hot girls, the life
The blue Yankee to the back, the white
Sipping with divas
I can't stand, I'm too drunk,
People out of town me Brooklyn
Because they know how I it, Brooklyn

[Verse 2 - Beatz]
Swizzy from the Bronx yo
See me in my Aston, I'm real slow
Boston to Dyer Ave
Y'all niggas'll die for the 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

3 - Jim Jones]
Soon as I step on the scene, you the bitches screaming
I'm looking money, stickup kids scheming
Spent on the watch, keep the wrist gleaming
I'm in the in the trap, got the whip leaning
In Harlem when I talk it's God speaking
Listen close momma that's the car chill
Vampire life I hear your heart
Better little nigga before I start tweeking
And you can catch me up in
Or in the ghost, the Bronx is the
Why yo, FDR heading down
I got homies in the jungle that clap

[Verse 4 -
Yo, a trip up top
They turning niggas to
It's on as as you cross 110th Street
Yeah, you see at it's best
If we ain't in the front of the lobby, we on the
Yep, deep in the V.I.
Feel the floor shake when they playing B.I.
Razors in the mouth, the shotguns is high
Some of us rock True, some of us rock
Ahh, but we all Polo
Don't what borrough, NY is the logo
to the popo's a no-no
That should be a rule that's

5 - Joell Ortiz]
You know they had to to put the on it
Like my fans, when I crowd dive, I'ma a body on it
scope shotty on it
I'm the hardest right now, I put my lobby on it
Pun gone I'm the new Puerto guy
Get my suit, I want it with the B.O.Y
Your rap mad gimmick, he no lie
I go all out like Margarito eye
Yaowa, the call of my army
We'll your face to a dance hall like Cerami
Now this a party, I got a little change but change
So send over a of Bacardi