Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Guns

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by side with Rebecca, D-Square
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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 drivin' my car cross
With a 100 guns and six G
Me drivin a town, me see two cops
They at me funny like they really want stop

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

They ask me for ID, driver's license
Me ask them, "Was I any law, officer?"
They said, "Oh yes, you county line
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 just-a-buckle, and his body-a-drop
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 hear the cops

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

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

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 just me with pistols everywhere

They put me in the backseat of car handcuffed
Pushed out them chests like they're big and tough
A cop come and said, "You'll never your guns now"
I said, "It doesn't matter, you'll sell them
You take the from me, you sell them for a fee
Anyway you put it, 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, goin' to New York, New
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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