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
With a 100 guns and six G
Me drivin a town, me see two cops
They lookin' at me funny like they want stop

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

They ask me for ID, license prefer
Me ask them, "Was I any law, officer?"
They said, "Oh yes, you passed county
in these, here 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
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 walk to a bathroom, take a lickle
But right out the window, I can the cops speak

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

Me jump out the window, tryin' not to 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, there my tire
Me spun out of control, the car caught on
Me out the car, put me hands in the air
Cops just surroundin' me pistols everywhere

They put me in the of their car handcuffed
Pushed out them chests they're big rough and tough
A cop come and said, "You'll never sell guns now"
I said, "It doesn't matter, sell them anyhow
You take the guns from me, you them for a fee
you put it, they'll get in the city"

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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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