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, goin' to New York, New

Well, I'm drivin' my car country
a 100 guns and about six G
Me drivin 'through a town, me see two
They lookin' at me like they really want 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 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
Niggers in these, here now is a crime"

I said "Is so?" and cocked back me nine
Bust two shots ina de 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, 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
Everything's fine, and yes me on
Me walk to a bathroom, take a 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, first copper hit the
Pump, pump, pump, second go down

Me jump out the window, tryin' not to a sound
Me run to the car, gunfire all
I up the engine, bust the barricade
All because I want to get paid

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

put me in the backseat of their car handcuffed
Pushed out them chests 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 from me, you sell 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, 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
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New York,
(One, two, three, four)

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