Luyện nghe bài hát Everything I Love

The world at my
Gold molded with Jesus features
streets the fever
From the way I the Ether

Came on the at 19, a gritty fiefa
For money, power, respect, get it by any
A New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick
Decimal doctor, multiply to get

I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the of the city
I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable
I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem
All in my swagger, that's the reason why I got my

I got the highest stature, diamond flasher
I got you caught in the most flyest and rapture
My signature next to Wallace, get it honest
My first album through to him, was my biggest project

Now I'm the illest known to walk the illest soldier
And when I smoke, only roll up the illest doja
You sit and mail it over my venom, a cobra
It's Harlem, U.S.A., I bop and shop with Oprah

Nigga,
From my voice I'm 'em
I shed my
everything I love

Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm
Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood
up the Dom P wrappers faster
Platinum splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha

I it rich ignorant laughter
Black Express card all gray now
It's up from constant usage
Girl kidnapper, pop off tags

Poppa makin' monster
And still I Nostra
Big roaster, skin
Girl, when I send for ya, bring friends,

I'm the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of culture
through with that old school blue [Incomprehensible]
Wrist glowin', ho-in', fly off in a
Slide off your ho and spend six figures on her

My persona, John, unforgivable cologne
Coppin' the biggest diamonds, makes me sorta
Ferrari to Phantom, for high rollers
The chain around my neck, it makes the night colder

Nigga,
From my voice I'm 'em
I my blood
About I love

The Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker
bitch slobber, Ex-robber, heister, my own life biographer
Pants saggin', whippin', Summer Jam stopper
Tim Chuck wearin', Cranapple vodka, I spray choppers

A doctor in the jungles of Haiti me
Draped in bandannas, suits with Adam Stacey
Cigar Dick Tracy, it's dark, I get spacey
Alcohol and laced weed, was part of my '80s

The Cartier conciergeries be me
yellow cuts in my pinky yearly
Liz Taylor tried to me
'Coz I keep it like the other side of Bill Bixby

When he gets
fast before I blast hoes Like Grassino
Went from old clothes
To the illest and realest rappin'

Pablo back on the scene, won't back up with green
Strictly paper cruisin' the strip in Vegas
Two of New York's biggest, niggaz, used to hate us
But now you us, Nas and Diddy, power hustlers

Nigga,
From my I'm killin' 'em
I shed my
About everything I

on everything I love, man
It's on I love
It's on I love, man