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
lookin' at me funny like they really want 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 with a thin cover

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

I said "Is that so?" and cocked back me
two shots ina de bwoy head top
His just-a-buckle, and his body-a-drop
Me put the car in drive and me did not
When I get to New York, I'm 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 ninety-five
fine, and yes me on course
Me walk to a bathroom, take a lickle
But out the window, I can hear the cops speak

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

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

Pump, pump, pump, goes my tire
Me spun out of control, the car caught on
Me jump out the car, put me in the air
just surroundin' me with pistols everywhere

They put me in the backseat of their car
Pushed out 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 take the guns from me, you 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, to New York, New York, fiyah
(One, two, three, four)

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