Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Guns

One, two, three, four, KRS and
together with D-Nice and Harmony
Side by side with Rebecca,
Sidney, BDP, one, two, three, four, yes

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

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

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

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

I said "Is so?" and cocked back me nine
two shots ina de bwoy head 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, to New York, New York
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New
(One, two, three, four)

Me in a hotel, off ninety-five
fine, and yes me on course
Me to a bathroom, take a lickle leak
But right out the window, I can the cops speak

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

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

Pump, pump, pump, there goes my
Me spun out of control, the car on fire
Me out the car, put me hands in the air
Cops surroundin' 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 sell your now"
I said, "It doesn't matter, you'll them anyhow
You the guns 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, 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
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New York,
(One, two, three, four)

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