Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Guns

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I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, to New York, New York
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, to New York, New York

Well, I'm drivin' my car cross
a 100 guns and about six G
Me drivin 'through a town, me see two
They lookin' at me funny like they really stop

Me just turn my head and on me way
Put hip-hop ina de and press play
Me get one and me hear, "Pull over"
The guns are in the trunk with a cover

They ask me for ID, driver's prefer
Me ask them, "Was I any law, officer?"
said, "Oh yes, you passed county line
Niggers in these, here now is a crime"

I said "Is that so?" and cocked back me
Bust two ina de bwoy head top
His knees just-a-buckle, and his
Me put the car in drive and me did not
When I get to New York, I'm gonna set up shop,

I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, to New York, New York
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Me in a hotel, off North
fine, and yes me on course
Me walk to a bathroom, take a leak
But right out the window, I can the cops speak

"We have the place surrounded we're to move in"
when I pick up my nine and just begin
Pump, pump, pump, copper hit the ground
Pump, pump, pump, copper go down

Me out the window, tryin' not to make a sound
Me run to the car, gunfire all
I start up the engine, bust the
All because illegally I to get paid

Pump, pump, pump, there goes my
Me out of control, the car caught on fire
Me out the car, put me hands in the air
just surroundin' me with pistols everywhere

They put me in the backseat of car handcuffed
Pushed out chests like they're big rough and tough
A cop come and said, "You'll never sell your now"
I said, "It matter, you'll sell them anyhow
You take the guns me, you sell them for a fee
you put it, they'll get in the city"

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So still, I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, to New York, New York
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, to New York, New York
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New York,
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