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, to New York, New York

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

Me turn my head and gwan on me way
Put hip-hop ina de tape and press
Me get one and me hear, "Pull over"
The guns are in the trunk 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 line
Niggers in these, here now is a crime"

I said "Is that so?" and back me nine
Bust two shots ina de bwoy 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
(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 out the window, I can hear the cops speak

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

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

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

They put me in the backseat of their car
Pushed out them chests like big rough and tough
A cop and said, "You'll never sell your guns now"
I said, "It doesn't matter, you'll 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, goin' to New York, New York,
(One, two, three, four)

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