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 my car cross country
a 100 guns and about six G
Me 'through a town, me see two cops
They lookin' at me funny they really want stop

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

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

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

I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, to New York, New York
(One, two, three, four)

Me in a hotel, off North
fine, and yes me on course
Me to a bathroom, take a lickle leak
But right out the window, I can hear the cops

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

Me jump out the window, tryin' not to make a
Me run to the car, all around
I up the engine, bust the barricade
All illegally I want to get paid

Pump, pump, pump, there my tire
Me spun out of control, the car 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 their car
out them chests like they're big rough and tough
A cop come and said, "You'll never sell your now"
I said, "It doesn't matter, sell them anyhow
You the guns from me, you sell them for a fee
you put it, they'll get in the city"

(One, two, three, four)
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,
(One, two, three, four)

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