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 drivin' my car cross
With a 100 and about six G
Me drivin 'through a town, me see two
They lookin' at me funny like they really want

Me just turn my 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 with a cover

ask me for ID, driver's 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 that so?" and cocked back me
Bust two shots ina de head top
His just-a-buckle, and his body-a-drop
Me put the car in drive and me did not
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 ninety-five
Everything's fine, and yes me on
Me to a bathroom, take a lickle leak
But right out the window, I can hear the speak

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

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 because I want to get paid

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

put me in the backseat of their car handcuffed
Pushed out them like they're big rough and tough
A cop come and said, "You'll sell your guns now"
I said, "It doesn't matter, you'll them anyhow
You take the guns 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, goin' to New York, New
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 York,
(One, two, three, four)

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