Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Guns

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

Well, I'm drivin' my car country
With a 100 and about six G
Me drivin a town, me see two cops
They lookin' at me funny like they want stop

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

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

I said "Is so?" and cocked back me nine
Bust two shots ina de bwoy 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, goin' to New York, New
(One, two, three, four)

Me in a hotel, off North
Everything's fine, and yes me on
Me walk to a bathroom, a lickle leak
But right out the window, I can the cops speak

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

Me jump out the window, not to make a sound
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 out of control, the car caught on fire
Me jump out the car, put me in the air
Cops 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, you'll sell them
You take the 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, goin' to New York, New
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)

One, two, three, four, one, two, three,